Rasputin simply looked at Dianna. "Whatever's the most comfortable for you I guess. Tis already quite helpful of you to do this for me at all. Now... I suspect from what I've seen earlier that you can be quite... rash. Do not worry, I am prepared for takeoff. let us fly to civilization."

He braced himself. He suspected his upper body clothing would probably suffer during this trip, but still, he could probably trust the dragon not to backstab him after all that.