"Of course it'll be fun. You'll be riding on a dragon. I’m told that's pretty impressive." Stone grins, amused half at his own expense, adopting that dumb "dragon" word so easily, and half at the actual joke of being vain about it.

So he shifts up to his winged form, relieved to be able to do that again without looking like a damn major kethel. And he crouches down, offering Rosinante a hand to climb onto, and to use as a step up to his shoulder. If Rosi braces his feet on the ridge of raised scales at Stone's collarbone, it will give him a bit of stability. If he weren't so tall, his feet wouldn't even reach; it's bonus for Rosinante's height, for once.