"Um... Give me some time to process what you just said..." Pipp was, all in all, very confused. After having no visitors for so long, not only was he very disheveled, but taken aback by the sudden demand. "Come up here, I'll get tea." Pipp let out a long, fiery sigh as he shrunk back down into a human form of an eighteen year old boy.
"Are you not going to kidnap me on your own?" The boy, presumably of a noble standing, due to his clothes, had obviously been fed fables. "That is what dragons do, right?"
"No! Just... just get up here," Pipp was tired of stereotypes. Devil beast this, killing machine that. Why are dragons viewed as so violent? As Pipp began to put water to a boil, the boy peeked into the gaping doorway to see a stressed-out looking young boy.
"I thought you were a dragon!" The princely boy shouted, confused.
"I am. Now sit down and explain to me why you want to be kidnapped." Pipp was not in the mood to deal with bratty princes. As he spoke, he could hear the hissing whistle of the boiling water in the kettle. As Pipp grabbed some teabags from his cupboard, the prince began telling his tale.
