[John reaches down to pat Dom's head. He's not really a dog guy, but he's appreciative for all the dog has done for Chyler. Not because she needed canine protection, but something warm and furry that would love her unconditionally.]

A dragon? Cool, okay. No big deal. I'm only slightly jealous.

[John looks back at her.]

Yeah, me too. But you're not. All any of us can do is roll with the weirdness.

Resist, and it'll just knock you down.