Not Ready To Be a Father

Samuel He stumbled into faith and thought God, this is all there is? The dragon raised it's head, Sam feared it was about to make the final blow on Ronin; but then it relaxed and moved back down, and the Guildmaster didn't seem at all concerned about it. Slowly, he relaxed enough to let Mia drop from his arms (who leapt to the floor and up the stairs, peeking at Ronin through the railing) but still stayed cautious, staring at the sleeping dragon. "Sugar...? B-but isn't...she going to g-get big? And...violent?" Sam's experience was dragons was primarily from story books, in which they were usually beasts to be slain. If they were pets, they were pets of evil wizards. He didn't think Ronin was an evil wizard, but now he was looking him over to make sure. At least he was comfortable enough in the knowledge his cat wasn't going to murder him. "I um...I f-found her yesterday. I think...I think sh-she lives here. Or did. Before I moved in...so I had to look after her. Her name is M-Mia. She's a cat." The last part was painfully obvious, but Sam was still staring at Sugar, rambling in a bit of a panic. "Aren't you w-worried you'll be hurt? I...I'm worried."