I've got swarms, but they were all up here before that guy showed up.

[Up here-- in his mind. Kavinsky dreams of all sorts of monsters, those that wear human skins and those that slither on scaled bellies. Sometimes he's a mere observer and sometimes he's their master, but the dragon Sirius refers to was neither. Kavinsky's dragon wouldn't have so much of its flesh sloughing off and it wouldn't hesitate so long before turning on him.]

You can see it all, man. All you have to do is ask. And you can show me, too. What kind of dragons you got.

[Kavinsky's reaching out again, hands at his sides, but the rest of him cloying and wide in presence.]