[The mouse twists and unfolds like a piece of origami, back into the golden-scaled dragon. He gestures at himself with a paw and makes another half-musical noise that might, barely, be Romanized as "Magr'ateth". It's got another of those sharp clicks right in the middle. Then he turns human again and with a hand he taps his chest, still uncaring of his own nudity.]
Loiec. Ah?
[He makes the 'shh' gesture again, and then gives it a moment, trying to see if she'll understand what he's getting at.]
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Loiec. Ah?
[He makes the 'shh' gesture again, and then gives it a moment, trying to see if she'll understand what he's getting at.]