[As she sets to bustling about, Nikolai goes to take a seat as invited. If she isn't too busy fretting over her special assistant, Konoha might notice that his gait is...a bit different today. This month's transformation had brought on an additional change, one that's less apparent at first glance than wings and scales. He had woken up at the start of the week better endowed than usual. Not that he is usually lacking in that department, but now his length exceeds what any man reasonably needs. Or rather, what any woman reasonably needs... There was nothing to do but tuck it down a trouser leg and hope it wasn't too obvious.

He's also forced to sit with his legs spread wide, which is not his usual custom. Even though he'd avoided his most fitted trousers...there's a telltale bulge along his inner thigh if one cares to look. Thank the Saints for the cover of the table. His tail adds another degree of difficulty to sitting, forcing him to sit farther forward in the chair as well. Once settled in, he watches his hostess bustle about.]

Well, you must have a great deal of insight into people's private lives. [He laughs lightly.] And yes, I can! I flew much of the way here. Marvelously convenient, these wings are.

[The question gives his mind something to latch onto other than lingering thoughts of what Konoha might have been busy with before he arrived... The greed native to dragons seems to have bled into his appetite. A greed for manna that has proven difficult to satisfy despite his determined efforts with Alina. Ahem. He just hopes Konoha's mystic unicorn senses can't detect impure thoughts.]