Meeting Dragon

A voice from the creature, slick as a snake in a butter churn. "He-llow," it said. "Ding-dong. You look remarkably like dinner."
"I'm Kyle Franesco," said Kyle Franesco. "Who are you?"
"I am Dragon." said Dragon. "And I shall devour you in one slow mouthful, little man in a hat."
Kile blinked. What would HE do? Kyle had absolutely no idea. Come on. After all, I'm a part of HIM now, right? I can do whatever HE can do, right? "Eh. You're bored with talking to me now, and you're going to let me pass unhindered," he told Dragon with as much conviction he was able to muster.
"Gosh. Good try. But I'm afraid I'm not," said Dragon, enthusiastically. "Actually, I'm going to eat you."
"You aren't scared of hats, are you?" asked Kyle.
Dragon laughed, scornfully. "I," he said, "am frightened of nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing," he said.
Kyle said, "Are you extremely frightened of nothing?"
"Absolutely terrified of it," admitted Dragon.
"You know," said Kyle, "I have nothing in my pockets. Would you like to see it?"
"No," said Dragon uncomfortably, "I most definitely would not."
There was a flapping of wings like sails, and Kyle was left alone on the path. "That," he said, "was far too easy..."