*the ex-Trainer just murrs quietly as the Dragonair begins to coil around him while sniffing and looking him over, uttering a soft "hey now..." when he felt the first squeeze.  Mewtwo did keep a somewhat idle watch over them, but basically let the Dragonair do what it wanted.  Mike wanted this, and he wasn't about to get in their way.  He did want to check out some of the other nearby Pokemon, and the serpent-dragon would keep the boy occupied for a good while.<br/><br/>The psychic felt some presence of healing power nearby (from the Umbreon's crystal) but unable to pinpoint it right away (she was a dark type, and that did mess with his powers a bit.  He knew such an ability would come in handy for everything he'd want to do with others here*