[Angelus doesn't really look pleased until Caim's settled on her back, arms wrapped around her neck. Then she allows herself to look content. And she even grumbles her reply in a milder tone.]

I am not.

[Her back rises and falls with her sigh of a breath, neck still beneath him. Scaled as she is, dragons seem to be somewhat like snakes. She's leathery and soft to the touch, warm beneath that. Her voice reverberates through her throat as she speaks.]

We dragons are a solitary sort. We know one another and respect one another, there is little else beyond this though. Before I was taken by your troops and we began our travels, I had not spoke with a human in many, many years. I had no spoke with others of my kind in just as long.

[Another sigh of breath.]

I have grown used to company, I think.