"Ah, but where am I mm?" The dragon pressed into her hand in a flex of smooth warm scales, twisting around to breathe on her hands as it examined her more closely, a clawed leg brushing against her pant leg. "I'm not the dragon."

He looked to Obito and hummed. "I do more proud than just the clan." His tone was soft, but very firm. "I don't use my clan name for official matters, typically." He looked at him for a moment, then quirked his lips. "But thank you."