"Hell, why not?" Trent returned with a smirk as he glanced up at Callidora. "I could always do with more friends." Who wouldn't want more friends? And she seemed to be a very different dragon, more lighthearted and talkative. He wondered as to her origins, how she'd been brought up int he world and what it meant for her on a day to day basis in her interactions with people and everything around her.
It was nice, to be able to admire her rings and not have to worry about being snarled at or accused of stealing. Of everything that had happened with Ashton that assumption had stung more than anything else. Trent couldn't put his finger on why, but it had. And it still bothered him to this day.
"An' alright, if you insist," he murmured as he released her hand and helped himself to a piece of her muffin.