[The squeak of "bitch" is whispered through grit teeth as those teensy, needle-like claws are pried square from Guzma's calf and the dragon squeaks in distress, wriggling to try and get back to its supposed parent. He grumbles, squatting down to actually more on eye-level with the little bird.]

Yeah, congrats...you got yourself a new partner. No strings attached, Chatot, you can straight up have it. [Guzma scowls at the little reptilian, trying to squirm its way free and return to him, brows knitting together is its chirps become a little more frantic.] I already got my own partners.

Anyway, where'd you come from, huh? You a newbie here, too?