[Zeymahd sneezes (or gives a credible impression of doing so) and shakes its head, then shoots Vanyel a baleful look when he chuckles.]

I don't know about anyone else's, but I can promise this one won't mind. [As if on cue, Zeymahd preens at being called a 'fine specimen' and Vanyel has to bite back another chuckle.] As you can see, he thrives on the attention.

I am fierce and mighty. [The synthesized baby dragon voice chimes in.] It is my due.