[One eyebrow arches slightly, but he offers no comment on that little revelation. He doubts any would be appreciated, coming from someone noble-born. Even if Tzilan seems to like him, he'd rather not test his luck.

But he thought he understood, at least a little. No one expected anything from a common-born. No one expected anything from a bastard, either.]

Why, do dragons respond better if you speak to them like a scholar? Perhaps that's where I've been going wrong all this time.

[It's easier to relax with the other man's eyes off him. Saralegui even manages a hint of a smirk, leaning back on his heels.]