Lord Felton: [Bowen has just slain a dragon] Well done, knight! Congratulations. Our gratitude, mine and King Einon's. Bowen: You can keep your gratitude; I'll take the gold. Yours or the king's. Lord Felton: Gold, knight? Bowen: We made a bargain, remember? One dragon put down, one bag of gold. Gilbert of Glockenspur: Your honor has a price, Sir Knight? Bowen: It has *expenses*. Honor won't feed my belly nor shoe my horse. Draco: [talking about Bowen earning money for killing dragons] Well...