‘working’ on human problems
“We don't have much more time if you're going to infiltrate,” sighed Roxy. “We had better go down to one of the larger caverns to practice dancing.”
They stayed down there for a long time, twirling each other around in increasingly complicated patterns. Eggsy stumbled a few times while he was starting. Ryan seemed to have given up on learning the steps and settled for attempting to trip Roxy and Eggsy. In due course he succeeded and the three landed in a heap on the caverns floor, howling with laughter.
So of course that was when a flapping of wings sounded out across the cavern.
Visions of Harry's disgruntled face when visitors appeared at their door appeared in Eggsy's mind, and then still more tragic visions of Harry's face when Roxy had attempted to enter their cavern. There were formalities. In a dragon’s den. This was his sole motivation when he attempted to cover Ryan's entire body with his own smaller one when Harry flapped his wings and came to settle down on the outcropping that bordered the cavern where they had been dancing.
“Oi!” bellowed Ryan with anger.
“Mate please stop,” whispered Eggsy into his ear. “The dragon is -” - Eggsy glanced up at Harry's distinguished green visage - “grumpy!” he concluded.
Ryan only responded by attempting to push Eggsy off from on top of him. “Dipshit,” he snarled, “I'm not afraid of a dragon.” He followed up that sentiment by grabbing Eggsy by the left nipple and twisting viciously.
Eggsy let out a high pitched scream. “You promised not to do that!” he wailed and went to grab at the hair on the top of Ryan's head. Ryan responded by doing it again, so Eggsy reached for his nose and tried to stick his finger up -
-but then he looked up at Harry's disapproving face and faltered. Harry didn't even like letting Roxy into his cavern and now Ryan was here and -
… and Ryan was trying to bite his face. Eggsy howled again, and moved with purpose to roll him over and pin Ryan down onto his front.
“Good job mate,” said Ryan, managing to sound airy even though his face was squashed into the cavern's floor. “I had thought this dragon valet business had made your fighting go soft.” He wriggled underneath Eggsy, making him laugh.
A growl sounded out and Eggsy looked up from where he was perched on Ryan's back and pressing a knee into his rump. “I've got him Harry,” he appealed. “Don't do your – your dragon business at him.”
“You might,” announced Harry. “You might inform me when you wish to have guests.”
His tail was lashing back and forth and smoke was coiling around his nostrils.
