Charlie laughed, "I only flew with a dragon because it had been injured and its left wing needed to be reconstructed and repaired. It was actually a really brutal task we took on. The dragon, we assume, was attacked somehow and we received a message from the Ukranian Ministry about it, so we took the dragon in. Flying with it was to ensure he could fly properly. It took quite a while before everything was back to normal, and his wings were not the only thing wrong."
The laugh turned to a frown rather quickly as he remembered dealing with that dragon—his favourite breed, a Ukrainian Ironbelly, which died only a few months after the rescue. It had been a very hard and difficult task for Charlie and he felt as though he failed long afterward.
"I doubt you could out-fly me," Charlie snorted, a smirk slowly appearing on his face. "Merlin blessed me with a gift, Hestia. You're a brilliant witch, but you've got nothing on me when it comes to flying," he winked.