[He watches the dragons start speeding around the tables, obviously engaging in one of their frequent mad half hours that they were so fond of.]

Mmm, we have trade agreements for some things.

[He glances over at Jack, and something apprehensive flickers in his expression for a moment at the thought. After a moment though he smirks over at Jack.]

Well y'know, dress him in a cute little apron and a collar and nothing else... I'm sure I'd have bidders.

[His tone is light and teasing and he sticks his tongue out at his friend.]