[ hey, running away could be done in absolute style. the smirk that he offers her is almost cheeky. he made being a lying good-for-nothing into an art, and he displays it as such.

maybe he had better boasts, and maybe they were all still terrible. ]

Hey! Aren't we running right now? You'd be glad for it! [ but he wonders just how much she caught of that, because she quickens her pace fearlessly and he has to make the effort to keep beside her.

with an amused puff he mutters something beneath his breath and they disappear, reappearing far enough in the clouds that the details of the dragons are lost. ]

Somehow I don't think they're going to be fond of losing.