There was the faint notion, and it was terribly faint for that he was new to reading the lines of Galadriel's body and had yet to gather the meaning of each nuanced gesture, that he was being either teased or mocked. One was as likely as the other. Fortunately his response for either was much the same and divining a deeper meaning wasn't all that required. "It is the age of Dragons. There will be more yet until something else earth shattering occurs and prompts whatever new Divine there is to call the beginning of a new one. Though it would be on of the shortest ages at that; most last at least a century or so."

Then again they had no Divine and the world was likely going to end in demons and green fire.

At least things were interesting. It kept him busy. "...You know I envied you your world somewhat for a time? And now I no longer do. You may keep your forests and your massive, horrifying dragons. The ones we have here are terrible enough."