Dr.Jones and the Dragon

Dr. Jones was a respectable man. He repeated this continuously, inside the golden kiln that was his captor’s home.
A fierce bellow emerged from within the beast,
‘You’, it seethed, ‘are a doctor?’
‘Y-Yes?’ he squeaked
The dragon shifted its astronomic weight, revealing a hoard of golden riches.
‘I’ve tried to stop but I can’t help myself.’ The beast wailed. ‘You need to help me stop hoarding.’
Jones stared dumbfounded, his glasses slid down his nose onto the floor.
‘Help me and you will be spared.’
Jones hastily agreed, failing to mention he was actually a doctor in archaeology.