He'd paled slightly at that, nodding eagerly in agreement. He certainly did not want to be giving any of the soldiers ideas about him. He supposed it didn't matter much, though, Anselm would do with him as he pleased.
His stomach lurched as their mostly-smooth flight suddenly became steeper, though, and the slave found himself staring at the ground racing up to meet them. Strangely enough, it wasn't scary. A small thrill even raced through him, eliciting a small gasp of wonder from him just before the dragon touched ground once more.
There was no scream this time, just a small squeak when he was jolted on his seat. It was over so quickly, though, and Dane released his grip on the saddle to give Bane a gentle, if shaky pat on the shoulder. "Thank you," he murmured to the beast, rubbing at his scales in appreciation for not being tossed around though he wasn't even sure if he liked such a thing.
"Thank you for not letting me fall," he added for Verik, offering a small smile over his shoulder.