Yussa wears his nightclothes as though adorned in elaborate silk robes, his grace and confidence unchanged. There is a low vibration in his throat, a sound Caleb hadn't intended to make, but which demonstrates how pleased he is as Yussa draws near. His head lowers to look at him.

Perhaps there is some level of draconic influence. Caleb is sure it wouldn't please him quite so much to be called magnificent in any other form, but he wants to preen like the proud creature he is. But Yussa's admiration would be intoxicating no matter his shape.

"Exhilarating," he answers honestly, nearly a growl. The end of his long tail flicks, then curls toward the bulk of his body. "Powerful."

His legs bend as he slowly lowers his body, putting his belly to the cool stone so that he can be nearer to Yussa's height. His eyelids lower, and his breath expels a low charge, a subtle prickling in the air. He could nudge Yussa's chest with the end of his snout, if he wanted. He is close enough.

"It feels like proving myself. Finally showing you what I am really capable of."