She chuckles at dragons- but that's just the problem, hearing all these stories but never getting to live them. She feels nostalgic for something she's never had.

(And let's face it, the reality of seeing the dragons he's talking about would probably be much less enjoyable than wanting to see them; an idle daydream can't eat you alive, or not literally).

She raises her eyebrows at his questions, taking a thoughtful sip of tea. "Ask away." No promises on how she'll answer.