She’d sheathed the knife but part of him screamed to remain wary- moments ago she would have used it on him in a heartbeat just because he had shown his teeth. He forced himself to remain on his stomach though, as small as possible as she approached. Anyone else he would snap out at but she was different and he was right to think this as she admitted that she would try to understand. The way she was raised- she had no reason to bother but as her hands rubbed at his scales he knew she was sincere.

Something akin to a purr rumbled from deep in his throat and he repeatedly nudged his snout into her, encouraging her hands to keep on rubbing. When she couldn’t seem to do it enough he pushed her over with one more insistent shove and finding her on the ground blinked innocently down at her before running his tongue across her face.