The dragon seemed to have paused because of the sound of his voice.

The dragon seemed to be snoozing, but he knew better than to trust that.

But the dragon seemed to have no interest in getting out.

The closer he got, the larger the dragon seemed.

Fortunately, the dragon didn't seem to have noticed it yet.

But the painted dragon seemed to call to her in a peculiar fashion that she didn't understand.

The dragon seemed, for the moment, not to take any further interest.

Then, just when it appeared that matters were completely out of control, the dragon seemed to remember himself.

The dragon seemed to sense his presence as he brought himself to within a dozen yards of the feast.

His dragon also seems to be the only one of its kind.