J'mon came to settle next to Eddie when they were finally done fussing around. They tucked one leg up underneath them and turned just enough that their knees brushed against Eddie's leg and either one of them could easily reach out for the other if they wanted to. It was familiar and comfortable, but not quite entirely intimate just yet. Not that they couldn't move that way if they wanted.
"You asked downstairs what makes my kind different," they started, getting comfortable. "If I were to break it down into taxonomy, I would say that our family is Dragon, which then divides into two genera: Chromatic and Metallic. From there, the species breaks down further: Black, Blue, Green, Red, and White for the chromatics; Brass, Bronze, Copper, Gold, and Silver for the metallics. There are outliers, rare genera, and rumors of other species, but that is the simplest way to lay it out."
They took a sip of their tea and turned slightly to set it down on the bedside table. "The difference between a White and a Gold dragon, for instance, is comparable to the difference between a goshawk and a nightingale. They are both birds, yes, but they have vastly different temperaments, environments, and personalities. Similarly, each species has its own preferred domain and treasure, and its own weapons." But the minutia could be explained more in-depth later. It might require a chart. "I am a Brass Dragon. We are one of three who possess a fire breath, along with Red and Gold, but particular to my species is our cloud of sleep - which you've experienced. Only metallics have a second breath, and only the metallics can change their appearance. But a kind of magic is innate to all Dragonkind."
It was only the tip of the proverbial iceberg but it was enough of a foundation that Eddie could ask more specific questions if he wished and guide J'mon's explination a little better. Otherwise they would be there all day explaining the intricities of different Dragons.