The dragonfolk immediately takes a deep breath in through his nostrils and lets out a sigh. The rich flavor in the foxtaur's scent causes Geno's stomach to groan audibly in anticipation of such an incredible meal, but he's not stupid enough to simply attack the large female. Drunk, but not stupid.<br/><br/>Geno takes a good look at Nurkisi, and while normally he'd be taking a couple steps back to ensure his safety, he's actually quite comfortable at this particular moment. She<span style="font-style: italic">seems</span>like a friend, and apparently that's good enough. He stands upright off of the wall and quickly grasps one of the taur's hands in his own, giving it a firm shake. (Draconic)"I'm Geno! You know Draconic, huh? That's good... and I'm good to meet ya!" He then turns and waves to the human sloppily. "And hey to you, Wu!"<br/><br/>The dragonfolk lets out a chuckle and sighs. "Yeah, I... we took care of the Heodo. They were nothin', you know? Just some brutes... big brutes. I dealt with trouble like that all the time back in Boryg. That's, uh... where I'm from." Geno suddenly looks down at his flat gut which has interrupted him with another growl. That savory smell seems to be making his stomach anxious. The dragonfolk groans and looks up at Nurkisi. "Mepatolism... metabolmism's good an' all, but I'm already hungry again. Really hungry... So are you out lookin' for food, too?"