"You have your way of life, I have mine..." Ira didn't think that he was right, but he didn't think that he was wrong either. His parents thought they were right and no one else was, but he wasn't like that. He allowed people to think what they want, though he would debate it with his own points of view, "...No one has ever proven that life is real, now have they?" he ask while looking at the dragon.
"Sugar, huh?" he muttered softly and looked the dragon over. Hopefully she was right. If this thing was real and...made of sugar, then it couldn't cause much harm to him, "I don't think he would bite if he knew that it would break his fangs. I doubt that dragons have self destructive personalities..." though he could be wrong. Quickly, he reached out and yanked his gloves out from under the little thing's body and put them in his lap, "Does it eat?"
Despite Ira's disbelief in what was happening, he was curious, "Does it sleep or just like to lay down?"