Rasputin observed the dragon fumble about. She seemed utterly lost as to his intentions, did she not know how to cook something? "err... if I may say so, that's a rather rare steak, may I suggest cooking it longer than a few moments?" His voice had a slight tinge of irritation to it. He was hungry, and his host's ignorance was not helping. "Look, just light the fire and I'll do the rest." He simply asked.