Elizabeth
"Nyet. My father is a Wyvern. And he's a shape shifter sort of. I don't understand it" He explained before they jumped to conclusions and thought that a Dragon fucked a human woman. 

The question about touching him made him tense up for a moment. He always felt weird when someone asked that, it never felt like a normal thing. 

His wings had stopped folding into his back and once again sat dormant agasint him. Thinking for a moment he allowed it with a nod.
Mary
"Hm... Interesting. They're... Almost leathery." It's a little out of left field for Uriel to ask something so brazen, but making a fool of themselves earlier made them... Not too keen to continue. 

"Does that mean you can shape shift, too? Or are you only able to transform into a dragon?" Uriel continues the line of thought.
Elizabeth
Vizhkir's wings twitched under the touch. Viz had never even touched them with his hands much less someone else. Once their hand had left his wing the two extra appendages quickly retracted into his back, disappearing. 

"Nyet. I can't turn into a wyvern. Buuut I can do this" And with that a thick black plate armor formed on his skin, looking like something out of Skyrim.
Mary
The armor moves onto his body with a *Schlink*, and Uriel doesn't react quickly— the sharp edges manage to slice a paper-thin cut across their finger. 

"Oh." Uriel looks down at their hand, blinking twice but ultimately not reacting. "That's painful." They back at Viz's armor, as if they'd already forgotten.

They stuff their hand in their pocket, and continue to marvel at the metalwork.

"I've never known combat, but I suppose this is a well-made set."