"Ah, I see. Thank you, I'll act accordingly," he says.

That doesn't matter. He doesn't usually speak with a voice, anyway. Most dragons think it's beneath them, his mate included. He gives a little wave to Pen and Jane, then heads back to the bar. The man opens the door out to the street, and pokes his head out.

Love? he sends. I'm going on a trip a little further than usual, don't worry, my darling, I'll be back before you know it.

Bring me back an interesting souvenir, my heart? You know what I like, she replies, amused with him.

Always, love, he replies with a natural smile to his illusion form. Then his head returns from the door, and it's closed. Mate has been informed, that part of the country is safe (from that particular problem, anyway).

Humming a tune, he returns to Pen and Jane. "She's been informed. She'd like some kind of souvenir - I won't trouble you about getting it for me, I would just like to make sure it's alright?"

He's not saying what the souvenir's likely to be. His wife likes shiny things, as much as he does.