The study of dragons was a long and rich area of academia where J'mon was from and even they had spent time learning about other dragonkind. It wasn't as well-documented as Human or Elvish history but it would have been a shame to deny the opportunity to learn all the same. That said, they had only met a rare few other dragons in person. There was, of course, the treacherous Red that they had killed twice and the Green who had been his companion. There was a rare Blue who tried to make their domain in the deserts of Marquet, only to be swiftly expelled. And there was the Gold. But they'd rather not think about him when Eddie's hand was on their thigh.
They shifted a bit closer, brushing a hand along Eddie's arm before leaning on it and tilting their head to the side. "I do," they nodded. "I have been in this form for almost three centuries. The one before that for only a century and the one before that for two. It is not a thing we are born with, but something we grow into as we reach adulthood. Somewhere between our first and second century." Doing the math quickly would still under-estimate J'mon's age, but every form they'd taken in those early days had lasted months or years at the most. It had taken some time for them to figure out what felt right. "And yes," they added, preempting the usual follow-up question. "I can change into anything. I could look like you right now if I wanted. Humanoid, beast, everything in between. The small changes are easier to make on a whim, but the larger ones are fun as well."