[ Alacruun watches, looking a little amused at Alistair's reaction. Which really isn't a pleasant look on a dragon, honestly, but it's better tha nanger or outrage in this case. His head cocks to one side and he leans in, nostrils flaring as he breathes out and then in, contemplating the sheer panic that's shot through Alistair. ]

Most dragons can talk. At least where I'm from. Although, to be fair to you, we still get reactions like that, so I'm not sure what difference speech would actually make.

[ There's a low, rumbling laugh that rolls up and out of his chest. ]

I'm not going to bite your head off, though. So do be careful with your sword.