[ give him a moment, he's still extremely preoccupied with this oyster. ]

That'd be cheating if I looked all the time, but I had a feeling. [ his finicking with the bivalve continues, but really he can only spend so much time on this and pretend he's saving face, so there. oyster eaten. fresh seafood is a magical wonder.

he won't address the compliment entirely, but he does turn to face hwylryn, or more properly his dragon, with a smile. ]

Mmmmn—[ he reaches out to it if it wants to wrap around his hand properly, since he can actually touch it unlike anyone else. this is an extension of his magic after all. ]

—in a way. I prefer to float and fly rather than walk, but having hands is convenient. For sleeping though, definitely.