he's hot, but smells like a wet dog

The big dragon only responded with one word. No. Unfortunately for the stranger, that didn't seem to be a word the boy understood, the mere utterance would go unheard by the aspiring raider and he cocked his head. Was that blood he smelled? Looking a little closer, not all the red marks the stranger had were just his fur it seemed. "Aww'd'yer get cut up by th' coral ey?" Clearly not a water dragon, and he looked too heavy to fly. Ken figured he'd have to be a bit clever to get more than the word that shall not be heard from this guy.

He dashed off to nose through the spikey plants and broke off a few stems of aloe. "Sakana reckons this is th' best shit fer stingy cuts and scrapes, just smear th' sticky side where it hurts." He declared on his return after placing the offering where the dragon could grab at it if he wanted it. "I'm Kenway, do you have a name?" he asked hopefully, his tail thumping against the volcanic stone beneath his plush butt.