"Might have to wait awhile for those advantages, though." There's an amused grin at the suggestion; it's not a bad idea. It's just that even the dragons that hatched a month ago are still, well, small. All the ones he's seen so far, anyway, which admittedly isn't many.

Sam's grip is just as firm, and he doesn't seem to mind that the handshake is kept short. He probably should have figured beforehand that there are people here who aren't used to the traditions he takes for granted, or people who just plain don't like that sort of thing.

"Spent enough time living in barracks that I don't really need that much personal space - hell, having my own cave would've been a luxury when I was in the Air Force." Of course, he's grown used to having the comforts of his apartment now, since he's been a civilian for nearly ten years, but it's easy enough to shift back into that mentality.