Oh, my litttle flashlight

Osprey had a twist of her own to throw his way, and he laughed when she said he was eaten regardless.  "The highest compliment," he replied happily, gladdened and flattered by the approval.  Seemed his froggy days were numbered.

"Another time." He nodded in agreement. Technically he had promised four, so she did have one in the bank should she choose to use it. He'd tell her one regardless, however, as he was a fan of doing so before an audience who appreciated it. And he had found that fellow storytellers were the best listeners as well, for he had yet to find ones so good as Osprey and Blue Willow. There were many where that came from, including one in which the dragon returns to take his revenge on an older Caius. Perhaps not that one though. Dante much preferred his own version now, where the dragon learned from the encounter, settled down with a wiser dragon somewhere, and brought into the world children who spread guidance rather than terror. Wise dragons were much more interesting to him.

They had been sitting a while, so when she rose, he did as well, stretching stiffness from his legs. "Maybe a walk then?" Hopping around was hard on you once adulthood was reached and passed. He wasn't quite to the point of being considered 'older', but he knew he would be on the cusp of it in another year or two. When she agreed, he followed, happy to share company a bit longer.