Yussa feels very content where he is, and quite safe, nestled against the dragon's warm chest. He's given tender affection, even with their great size difference now. His fingers stroke over Caleb's scales and eventually he relaxes more into the larger body behind him.

He can feel Caleb's voice as much as hear it when the dragon speaks again.

"Why do I suspect you would say that no matter what?" he asks with light, playful warmth. He is hardly dressed to impress, but Yussa knows his charms well and he manages them to great effect even when he is barely dressed. His fingers scritch lightly beneath Caleb's chin the next time the dragon's head is close enough.

"Thank you," he adds after a moment. Even if he is confident, it still feels good to hear.