Mick will simply set himself between Len and his bastard father again if that's what it came down to. No one was going to hit him again, make Len feel like he's less than what he really was. Dragons were fiercely territorial and now Snart was his to protect. A partner and ally.

"Can make it to the next town and gear up," he agrees with a rumble. "Most places need muscle for a few extra coin."

In a bit. He won't take to the air until he's had a few minutes to eat and find out what the plan was. But he does give them a shake, flexing one leathery wing and then the other, the tough skin shimmering in faint shades of red and gold now that his powers are no longer bound by that damned collar.