[ Well, now we're back to the dragon laughing. It comes after another brief moment where he squints at Cole, then bursts into another round of chuckling. Really now. ]

You may be thinking about this a little too hard, lad! More than I ever try to anymore, although you do have the right of it. I could just as easily scare them off or maybe even fly away. [ Though flying off in the face of a challenge would injure his pride, even if preserves his well-being. ] No one would have to die.

[ He shifts his weight over, just narrowly escaping leaning against the window frame (it would certainly crack if he tried), and lowers his head so it's lower, closer. If Cole hasn't run away yet, then he doubts he will now. ]

So who are you, to be so worried whether a dragon does or does not kill a band of fools?