[ Sterile? Something about that wording pings Cain as weird but he can't place it. Still, he remains in place, trying to pin his eyes on Hwylryn's. The longer he speaks, the better for him.

(His guard isn't down, not until he figures out who this guy is.)

The invitation earns the dragon a laugh. ]

I'm surprised you've got enough composure to think about swimming, despite all of this.

[ He's almost impressed? ]

Before I decide to go anywhere with you, can I ask you a question?