[Once he was back on the ground, he gave his wings a ruffle or two. It was a pretty halfhearted attempt at the usual huffiness he was supposed to respond to sappiness with, but it was pretty hard to be the surly aloof dragon when his brother was here and fully-evolved and beaming like Christmas had come early this year. There might have been a hint of wiggle in his tail now that it could wag without worries of hitting Bulba.

He still felt the need to look away until his face wasn't quite so red and he stopped all this smiling, though. Baby steps.]

So how much do I owe for the lift?