[He doesn't seem put off by the stipulations; he wasn't planning on pulling anymore tricks right now, but he certainly finds no fault in being specific. That's just smart in deals with the fae.]

I remember naught of my life, but I am certain I am a dragon! Wings and flame, scale and claw! Though I woke in this form, I can feel it in my blood.

[Oh...? He gets his curse broken AND a kiss? This is win/win. He's nearly forgotten that he didn't have a curse on him when this began!

He looks pleased with himself as he trots over, happy to also get a closer look at the pretty mortal.]

Very well then. I agree to your terms, mage.