As Solomon turned around, he was treated to the sight of a dragon staring down at him.

It was, in short words, awesome.

Oh it was terrifying, yes, but nonetheless, awesome.

"Amazing . . ." he breathed.

A true, actual, dragon. The fantastical beast of legend that was known throughout the world as symbols of power, was actually there, staring right at him, in the flesh! Solomon's eyes were practically glittering at the beast that stared right back at him. And then the awe faded, and he was presented with the very clear fact that his life [i]may[/i] be in danger.

He backpedaled rather quickly next to Morgana. "Hello, my name is Solomon. Just thought to remind you in case we die and that it's been a pleasure despite our relatively short time together and that I find you rather charming," he said hurriedly, giving her a wry grin, before turning back to the dragon anxiously. 

"Erm, can you not eat us please?" 

Lame, but eh, it was worth a shot.