"You are a handsome lizard, aren't you?" Do dragons like being rubbed under their chin? Fuck it, She's trying. Her hands run light along Locus' scales, rubbing under his chin, seeking out the crevices behind frills and at the base of spines. Places that itch, maybe.

"Who's my pretty dragon?" Okay, nose bump to chest and she snorts. "Don't think you're gonna get a free motorboating out of this, buddy."