[Koby winces a little, looking very much like -- well, like the boy he'd been, rather than the strong, confident young god.] Oh, sorry. That's not very dignified, is it. [He pets the little wyvern again, this time more careful to keep his stardust-y self from smearing all over the place.

Then he shakes his head.] Not at all. All my compliments are forwardhanded only. [He softens, holding still to let the wyvern sniff him.] I'll take this as the special occasion it is, then, and not expect wyverns every time.

Hmmmm, something...resonant. Dignified. Horatio, maybe. [The wyvern blinks, then gives Hilda an "r u serious" look.] Okay, not that.