Mavolus nodded as Drask spoke. He rested his head on the ground as he left, one of the squalls coming over to tend to his face. He kept his left eye open, watching her work. She was rather attractive for a Zinogre. He opened his mouth as she pulled out pieces of broken armor from his teeth. It was tempting to snatch her up and play with her in his mouth, but he had neither the strength, nor the will to try it.<br/><br/>As she worked at he's mouth, another climbed on his head and started on his scratches, and others worked on his bones and gash. His lights glowed a weak, happy yellow with undertones of embarrassed pink, thankful for their help and a bit embarrassed by their closeness. He was not used to much socialization, especially with females. When Drask'Haohao returned, his news made Mavolus chuckle, but did his best not to move for the squalls.