He has not heard himself described as scrawny at any time in recent memory. It strikes him as so shockingly funny that he snorts and briefly doubles over, and has to fight not to descend into helpless laughter.

"No, no..." He shakes his head vigorously, all the while trying to take in a long enough breath and hold it to get himself under control. "It's magic, okay? It's a magic dragon. Haah... it's not a physical thing. It's..." There's a circular motion of his hands as he tries to think of a way to put it that doesn't sound silly. This is probably an impossible task, though. "...it's in my soul? Something like that."

Calm is settling back upon him, and he sits back slightly. "...and Dragon's huge when he's out. Big enough to ride. Even if I've got to wrestle him a bit, first..."