Mei raises an eyebrow. Clearly Mist having a special someone to dance with is a personal commentary on her own lack of potential dance partners. How cruel of him.
"Trust me, they're around." Not literally in the tavern, but she's sure to run into them.

"Did you say all sizes?" He did.
In a flash she dispenses with her human guise, unfurling into a rather larger dragon. Electrum scales, horns that go around and around, wings like sails, a little tuft of red-brown feathers at the end of her tail.