[ Ezar's eyes narrow at the my and a soft, low growl sounds momentarily in his throat. Not the kind of reaction he'd normally have. ]

Called me that name, too.

[ And why does that make him so out of sorts? Dragon things, probably. He shakes his wings, knocking a toothbrush into the sink, but quiets down at G'raha's head shake. ]

Don't care who it's modeled after, it best stay clear of me.

[ He stares unblinkingly at G'raha, as if not comprehending why he's being thanked. Of course he's helping. Of course he's here. These are his people. ]

Nowhere else I'd be and nothin' else I could be doin'.