Some kind of gibberish was running through Wash's mind about there being a dragon and it being right there, but all that was coming out of his mouth was incoherence. Not even curses, anymore - he didn't even have the ability to be that eloquent.

When the dragon bowed, he stared. Probably a little too long than was polite. Then he babbled some kind of something in halfway broken Mandarin and bowed back.