This could be problematic, but hey, so far the dragon--Vrael--hadn't tried to eat them, and that was what counted. Aedan rubbed at the back of his neck, trying to figure out a way to put it into words. "I'm... an Old God. I'm human most of the time, but... occasionally, I'm a dragon."
It was more than a little odd, considering the dragon had probably been his only form when he was Urthemiel, but that wasn't something he exactly put much thought into. It just tended to lead to awkward and weird half-remembered... things.