... I see. [Seeing that noncommittal sigh gave Takame more reason to relax. If this man had any intent to do him harm, he would have. And he was much younger, if Takame wanted he could put a stop to it.

But Takame wouldn't harm a young, unarmed man. A long since orphaned one, it would seem.]

I'll not ask you to leave, but nor will I bar your way. If my presence causes you discomfort, I will stay out of your way. A bed means just as little to me. [A pause to take a look around the unknown home, the clothes he wore that he didn't remember putting on and the back of his hand, still scarred but without scales or tough nails. He's suddenly overcome with deja vu, like he's seen this once before... one or two moons past...]

If I may ask... what is the last thing you remember hearing before you found yourself here?