Sleeping Dragon you hold out for more

She's quite to the point and he's left not knowing how he should feel about that point of interest being, well, him. Dio's ears begin to splay but he fights it off, although it is momentarily worrisome to find it may be a personal matter. He's not sure if he is ready for that -- and not with a wolf he scarcely knows, no less. Thankfully, it is something any individual with eyes could observe for themselves: his scarred neck.

Although it did not take an overly sharp eye to notice it (since it is not exactly the most subtle of scarring), she was among the very first to ever ask about directly. To him, it almost feels like old news now that the Rise feels as far away as it does. He's getting used to it. "Well... what about it?" he asks, keen to let her see it as he stretches out his neck to feel how the flesh still pulls tight when he thinks about it. He considers it one scar, but it's a few different events that had all come in one evening hatched together to almost encircle his neck. Some of it is more jagged than others, and more plainly the work of teeth.. but some of it links it together more cleanly than that. As one singular piece of work, it reminds him of his and Matteo's final moments together. Almost, he is proud to wear the gnarled flesh, even if the meaning would go beyond all but him.