Watch your socks around him. I don't know if it's feet or just socks, but he has a thing about mauling the hell out of any he gets his pointy little teeth into. Right, Hale?

[The dragon lifted his head and made an inquiring cheep over at Stiles before he headed into the bathroom, leaving the dragon alone with his redheaded creator.

Hale seemed to be at his happiest when either Stiles or Rachel was paying attention to him, his face almost conveying a grin as he brushed the side of his muzzle against one of those fingers. He chirped again, a squawking trill as he looked up at her, wriggling still on the bed in what was clearly dragon speak for 'my belly is lonely and needs petting'.]