Honestly, Alacruun's rather pleased himself. It keeps his mind occupied and gives him something to think about that isn't analyzing the situation and trying to figure out how to survive it. Because so far, he's concluded that odds of walking out of this are very, very slim, unless he can figure out the magic that brought him here.

"Yes, some of them. A very, very, very long back in their family tree somewhere, someone had a dragon as an ancestor and occasionally the power of that blood makes itself known in them..." He seems entertained at the thought, "It's really quite fascinating. I haven't done any studies of sorcerer bloodlines myself, but I did do some reading on it in my youth."

Which is a bit rich, because he doesn't look that old. At least, not in this body.

"Conversation keeps the mind occupied. Better than sitting around and waiting to die."

Which is true and rather blunt.