Blizzard slammed his mug down on one of the barrels and turned his gaze to Ava as she grabbed a hold of his arm and started to lead him away with poor excuses that fit into her withstanding line about him. Explaining things when they were out of ear shot, He scowled though. They'd understand the threat when he had them in his mouth but he could see where Ava was coming from- with these stubby human teeth and flat fleshy paws it made it hard to be taken seriously. It was no wonder these vikings often carried teeth that were bigger and sharper than their own on their person. Still... he was about to argue that he was a dragon and could take a puny human any day when they walked inside and the waft of warm air made him shudder. Spirits! How did humans deal with these drastic changes in temperature?

It took him a moment to realize what she said and he discarded his tunic and dropped his pants. Honestly he could probably use some rest before doing anymore flying- he'd been too stressed before but an evening flight had appeal too great to refuse. "Fine but you better hold on tight, this time." He kicked off the shoes and transformed, misjudging the space and overturning the table in the process. He folded his wings snugly to his sides before strutting towards the exit, barking for her to follow as the returned to the snowy night.