[ There's not awkwardness on Sam's part - this he's used to, and what the wings were once originally built for. Drop behind enemy lines, get the wounded and PoW out where copters and parachutes can't go due to anti-aircraft measures. Strike a target or two on the way in or out. Dropkick a helicopter out of the sky, as you do. ]

Brothers in arms. [ Sam knows that better than many, having served combat tours in the Air Force. He still considers the men and women he served with his brothers and sisters. ] Only if you promise not to kick me.

[ Sam grins though, and gets a secure grip around John's waist before engaging the thrusters. The liftoff is nice and easy, and he doesn't put a lot of speed on them, just smoothly carries them up. the wings twitch, automatically adjusting for updrafts as Sam makes sure not to get too close to the cliff face lest they smack straight into it. ]

Y'know, I've seen my share of weird shit, but for some reason dragons are just damn exciting. Thing of storybooks and fairytales where I'm from. Well, probably. As far as anyone knows, at least. How 'bout you, then? You turn into anything fancy?