"Ride him?" Sorry, Billie's offended at the notion on Red's behalf, giving the magician a skeptical look. "He's a person, Strange, not a horse."

Or, at least, she wants Red to consider himself that way. Putting dragons up on a pedestal got them in that mess a hundred years ago, she isn't looking forward to that starting all over again. Whether everyone else who ended up with a dragonet agrees or not, well...

They'll just have to wait and see.

That friend bit, too, is a little difficult to take seriously, for all she knows that he is. Some idiots are just too honest sometimes and it leads to her rolling her eyes as she turns back to the shirt. That, she plucks back up off the table and moves to toss it back to Strange.

"And worrying about me is just going to end up with you being pissy all the time. Why else do you think the old man's always so cranky, huh?"