[yess, come to his battlefront, give him a war of marbles...]

Groundling? [what a word, but it gives him the perfect opening] You know, I had hoped to ask after something you mentioned at the meeting. About being a dragon...?

[his arched eyebrow suggest some slight skepticism but all things considered around here, he's willing to accept the truth no matter how weird it is. It may make him have to bite back some sarcasm, though, even he knows not to piss off a real dragon]