[Her snout is smooth as marble, only transitioning to scales up by her eyes. It's hard to say whether she enjoys the touch on it or just likes the idea of being pet, but Shima trills happily, settling herself in at Fuyuhiko's feet with a soft clattering of claws on stone. Saralegui makes a face at the idea of sedatives, and sighs.]

They might not go so far as to attack on sight or anything, but I don't imagine they'd be as willing to have a proper conversation with me..

[And he wants an outside perspective on all this. Maybe he could find one willing to tolerate a dragon -- and his then obvious status as a scion -- but he's always been the sort to take any advantage he can get. It'd be much easier to get one of them talking, he thinks, without the presence of his endearing but frustratingly persistent little dragon.]