[It's definitely going to be fine. When has charging into something without possibly writing out the consequences of said charging ever worked against him?

Come to think of it. It didn't actually work against him that often --]

O -- official ceremony?

[Wait, he hasn't scales. That's exactly why the gift of hers is so... not sacred, exactly, but appreciated.

Sacred?? Ceremony?]

Ahh! What? No, that's nothing alike! That is the very opposite, in fact! [He sweats. He sweats and takes several steps back, exactly -- she is a dragon, after all. He has no fucking idea what dragons would even think of taking his fingernails --

Oh. She was joking. (Probably??) He settles a hand over his chest, his heart jumping.] Yes. Yes, hair is the much better option, thank you.

[He doesn't think much of that, especially considering that his first week in Thorne, he just gave a mage a bit of his saliva for, er, magic rocks in return. He reaches up for a lock of hair near his neck, a small knife appearing in his hand. It comes off smoothly, in a lock that he ties together with a dark blue ribbon.]

Here, my lady. To tide you over until our exchange in the real plane.