[DON'T LAUGH, DON'T LAUGH. Cynbel manages to keep it together with only little smirk, despite Naoi's hilariously hypocritical comment. He doesn't even poke the bruise, despite it seeming like a funny idea, just brushes to see if his fingers come away clean. Luckily, they do.]

I believe it is, though it's rather small, for such a prized creature...

[He drops his arm, looking over at the dragon. He's never played a game like this before, but he sure does know by now that nothing in this fake world is as it seems.]

Do you suppose it can breathe fire, or something? It's too small to be much of a fight, otherwise.