[ A low, rumbling chuckle sounds in his throat as he sweeps his eyes toward the dragon. ]

I don't need luck. I'd just approach it with my general badass demeanor, and the dragon would have no choice but to recognize how goddamn cool I am. Then, before you know it, I'm flying off toward the castle.

[ Grandiose opinion is correct. ]

What d'ya think they taste like?

[ Using a knife to wedge off the top of his beer bottle, he tilts it up to take a hearty swallow. ]

I'm gonna guess a combination between frog and filet mignon.