I'm absolutely jealous. Being cold-blooded does no one any favors in this kind of weather. [He glances over his shoulder at the tapestry, and stands, one hand clutching at the edge and the other around his cider as he gives a little flourishing twirl.]

This? Oh no, no. It's a personal heirloom. Even if the Platinum Dragon has no reach here, I feel far more comfortable knowing he's got my back in some way.

[Get it. Because the tapestry is literally on his back- yeah, whatever it's a bit.]