Sleeping Dragon someone said there's a lost horizon

She shifts, indicated first by her ears and the rest of her posture soon follows until everything, stare included, are locked onto him. He stays as is -- his tail lax, ears turned towards her, and head held at what to him was comfortably neutral. Maybe she is a far higher ranking than he first suspected, and he's not hitting the right keywords to appease, or maybe she just doesn't like that he isn't warmth, sunshine, and grovelling from the get-go. He was not feeling particularly wrong yet, since he had answered at all.

"Not a bad habit to have," he replies easily, suspecting her implications in full behind the words. But, he's fine with it. Maybe she isn't wrong to feel as she does. "A useful one, too." He could imply too, as he fought off a smarmy smirk from spreading across his muzzle. But really, he wasn't looking for trouble. "So, observe anything good lately? I'm afraid I'm terribly new here still," he adds, and lets his tail switch idly against his hocks as he settled his mix-matched gaze onto her in return -- although mindful to not make eye contact.