Faolán gaped at Leon. "Really? And they...do that? With animals?" He made a face, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "So...that girl came from a witch laying with a dragon? How is that even...?"
He trailed off, deciding he didn't want to know. Sure, he'd heard the jokes about farmers getting friendly with their sheep, but the idea that it really happened and that it produced such monsters?
"That's sick. So, hey, d'ya think we're gonna see any? Monsters, I mean? You seen any?" he asked without missing a beat, drawing closer. Not because he was scared, of course. Not him. Just, y'know, so he could better hear the older soldier. "I mean, I've never seen any myself, but I've heard stories, and a few years ago, when my brothers and I went hunting in the ones by my house, we heard some awful sounds. Like nothing no animal I've ever heard makes. Scared the daylights outta us, it did."
He paused, then frowned and added, "Not that it would now. I mean, I was just a kid then." Never mind that he was only sixteen now.