"Oh, no sir. Nothing unusual. I've completed my task."
"Nothing unusual." He said the words sadly, emptied his flask on the ground. "I was afraid you were going to say that." He shook his head.
He looked once more at the dragon and frowned. "I'll drink no more of that stuff."
"The teeth, boy, the gunny sack full of teeth. Where are they?"
"Right here, sir." Demo pointed to the dragon.
Zeus blinked, then smiled.
"Aaah! Yes! I understand. Well, now, that's all right. I had some doubts there for a moment. Thank you, my boy." He refilled his flagon.
"Yes, I see. Well, take them, then. The teeth, that is. Fight him. Hit him a nasty blow and take the teeth. Get on with it."
"Oh, no sir. He's more than willing to part with them. They hurt dreadfully, he tells me. I told him your dentist would willingly remove them."
"Yes, of course." Somehow Zeus sounded disappointed.