Reinhardt notices the two sitting in front of the younger man and giving him the eye. He chuckles and has to abandon his baby to reach out to pull them to him, so they could lay on either side of his legs while he returns to his dragon. The food on his plate is nearly gone. He feels a little sad about that. Not because he won't be eating tonight, but because it means the little dragon will no longer have food.

Which is fine because he can't help but gather her and a half dozen other milling dragons into his arms to hold them. Protect them. His frown is deep. He knows meat is meat. He has no room to talk since he loves wurst but...dragons. "No one is eating these little ones. I will give up every meal I am given. I will create a soup kitchen here before I allow one of these to be eaten."