Veraxitoc rolled onto the floor with a thud, and shifted to dragon form. He couldn't stand sleeping in human form. He had the motor skills as a dragon to move to the other side of the room safely. Or rather, crawl there. He wasn't sure of this "standing" business.
Coulda gone worse... Coulda had a flashback... No, don't tempt fate Ver, you'll make it definite to have one around her and that would not be good... Besides, Veraxitoc was thinking to himself. She doesn't hate me... Stop the blood flow to my brain... Maybe in humans... Not when I'm in dragon form... Not at all...
He dozed off slowly, his thoughts drifting between pondering and self debate, to the headache he would have in the morning. She handled her drink much better than him. Then again, he'd never had that much before.