(Eddie smiles a little bit then. Or rather until Hawke drops down to examine him. He startles for a fraction of a second before realizing what she was doing. He plants his hands on his hips and pulls his shoulders back. Prized animal indeed.)

I'll make sure to practice wheezing, you got it. (He cracks a smile and then gives a small sound of distaste. His hands shoot up to hair.) My hair? I have nice hair.

(He styled it himself and everything. Very impressive work for a twelve year old.)

Wait- dragon? ......I'd rather ride a dragon than kill one.

(Eddie looks down at himself skeptically. Shiny things. Maybe...shoes...Like Dorothy's. Except well, you know, not hers.)

I think I get what you mean. I did find this impressive rock once that was pretty shiny. That thing does nothing