There was something about what she had said that bothered Christian, and he suddenly realized what it was. "Wait a second." he turned to the girl. "You said 'he.' He brings awe and fear. You want to be a guy dragon?"
"You gotta problem with that?" replied the girl, pugnaciously.
"Nah" answered Christian. "Whatever the customer wants. Just another adjustment." He briefly thought about the respectable middle-aged businessman last week who had paid him ten thousand dollars to be transformed into a blonde stripper with big tits. She seemed happy--the last time Christian had been at the Gentleman's club she had given him a free lap dance.
"Look, kid, you want to be a big dragon, I'm not going to change you in this little garage. Get outside."
The kid did so, while Christian fiddled with the mythological setting.