Shrieky slips out from behind the table and follows Tyrion without hesitation. Although still resisting the urge to ask him about it, he is acutely aware of the fact that he could probably just... pick Tyrion up, if he wanted too.

What he'd do next is less clear, so he resists the urge and focuses on the conversation at hand.

"Really? I've heard a little about dragons, over the years. Did you learn anything of interest about them?"