Re: Myron and Charlie
"What can I say? I don't skimp when it comes to Dragon," Charlie said with a slight shrug, just happy that his donation had been accepted, and that it was going to a good cause. At the end of the day, that's what mattered, right?
He was enough at ease that he was happy to be led around by the handsome rockstar, knowing he should probably know more about him, but his time in Romania sort of kept him out of the loop. There had been the wireless, yes, but with so many people each day fighting over the stations, Charlie mostly gave up. He didn't need it anyhow. His cheeks did flush at the bit about being a dragon tamer, and for a moment, the Dragonologist almost got the better of him, wanting to explain that dragon's couldn't be tamed, but he realized that wasn't quite the point of the comment...
"I see one or two things that capture my fancy," he said with a smirk, eyeing Myron before his eyes found the golden snitch on display. He supposed old habits died hard. "You'd be surprised how much more terrifying society is than dragons in the wild. At least with Dragons, you know exactly what you're getting yourself into," he said with a wink.
"Do you mind us visiting the bar with me for a moment. I seem to be out of scotch... And with you on my arm, I can make all your fans jealous. Two birds, one stone. That's how hanging out with a rock star goes, right?"