"Is it my place to? It knows when I am speaking to it." He huffs, eyeing the little dragon coolly, but it either doesn't seem to notice or care. Instead it butts its head up against the wandering fingers with its snout, little whiskers tickling the tips.

Its reptilian eyes don't convey emotions well, but the way it seems to tilt into the touch says that it's enjoying itself well enough, and the man is not likely to be bitten if he continues with his attentions.