Sleeping Dragon Music sounds better with you

Largely unawares of what had plagued her earlier, all seemed well enough to him here and now. He still wasn't quite used to Dragons deferring to him (the commander's mate, no less), necessarily and specifically, but she made it about as easy as it could be. Dio tipped his muzzle, smooth in his returned acknowledgement with a soft tail-flip through the chilled autumn air.

He almost arced a brow. 'Good to run into him'? Although ultimately he decided it just toed the line of politeness in favor of not delving unnecessarily. "Well, pretty good. Quiet morning patrol, so I've got a little time to kill," he rolled his shoulders, because he didn't quite intend to say he was looking for something else to do besides pester Portia or go nap. "Do you have plans?" he returned with.