As Annie-Granny the dragon batted the china cabinet to the side with toss of her head- what did the boy think dragon skulls were made of?- she let out what looked like an irritated sigh, and began to speak in perfectly understandable plain English as the kitchen door melted into the wall and the windows sealed themselves shut.
"Here's the thing," she began, her voice laced with hisses as she lashed her tail up and down and made the room thump every time she did so. "I'm interested in her, and I'm interested in her in one piece. The way you're going about this is making that difficult for me. So you can take the opportunity to get out of my hair, so to speak, or I can beat you into a puddle on the floor. I think we all agree that'd be a waste, mmmm?"