He couldn't help chuckle, her outfit bringing a grin to his lips, even as she teased. "It would appear so, yes." He felt the little dragon in his arms shifting, sniffing toward Hope a little. He didn't want to rush anything so he let the creature sniff about until he seemed satisfied she wasn't going to attack. But then he seemed to notice the smell of the fish and started to make little whining noises, trying to worm his way from Neville's arms. "I think he's interested in whatever it is you've got in there." he told her, almost apologetically, the dragon clearly more interested in the food than her.