(It was a bit strange to feel a warmth from the other dragon. Less the physical warmth and more...the emotional kind, he supposes? Maybe it's a side-effect of the bite.)

Cecil.

(Pardon the little wiggling; the qurio are tickling his nose. The elder dragon's touch settles him again.)

Heh. Human tongues have decided to call you Malzeno. They so try to be creative with their names, but don't always succeed.