[ it's easy to hear those words and somehow find some vague hint of a challenge in them. perhaps, that's just the way mort's brain was fine-tuned, but he finds himself drawn into shylock's line of inquiry. his brows raise slightly, as something of pure, unadulterated amusement crosses his features.

everything about shylock seems to raise more and more questions for mort, and being a dragon, a being known for their infinite curiosity, it'd be a lie to state that mort didn't want to completely dissect him (metaphorically, of course)!

but, focusing to the task at hand— ] There are, but it's certainly no place for a dragon. I'm sure they'd shut their doors in fear if I were to walk through. [ ... and maybe in annoyance to that, he'd have no choice but to kill them. but, he digresses. ]

So as you said, it truly will be a night of firsts.