He looks down at her and Maria herself seems not a bit put off by his height advantage or that bit of blue fire he's got.

"If you can't convince it to turn you loose then what makes you think I can. It's not exactly listening to me either."

He's looking down at her, she's looking up at him and the dragon is just happy as can be. She considers showing off her own little ball of blames courtesy of this place but that likely wouldn't get her anywhere beyond some weird fire fight in very close quarters.

Instead she turns to the little dragon, a brow cocked upward and a frown still firm on her lips.

"What will it take to get you to turn us loose? Snacks? Chin rubs? Something more material?"