Steve takes note of the harness and the way that the dragon almost looks to be protecting it, like he's saving it for someone. If he's harnessed, then that must mean that someone has ridden him. Steve tries to imagine what it would even be like to fly on the back of a dragon, but reckless as he may be, he won't take it that far.

Not while he's like this, anyway.

"I'll be back," he says, and with that he turns and strolls back to the mansion, watching the dragon over his shoulder as he goes.

With his room up on the seventh floor and no elevator to speak of, Steve's trip takes longer than it should, and by the time he makes it back down with his sketchbook and pencils in hand, he's winded.

He reaches the bench he'd been sitting on before and collapses onto it to catch his breath.