Trust in me, I'll trust in you

As Arian sat, Ixionn's eyes slowly drifted to her crippled leg, a frown instantly being replaced by his cheerful smile. Drago saw it too, moving out to the side. But they didn't say a thing. It'd be rude, cruel. So, the masked boy turned his gaze away, resting them back onto the red girl and smiling weakly. He had his own crippled paw, too...but it didn't look as bad as hers. Ack. It was painful, not being able to ask what had happened to her. But, again, it'd probably make the queen feel uncomfortable. And he didn't want to ruin this time to bond. So he kept his mouth glued shut.
"Teenage boys tend to do that Drago, Ixionn isn't the only one. I can't count how many times I had to try and drag my brothers out just to show them something I thought was exciting." Ixionn turned back to his companion and smirked, tail thumping softly against the ground as a laugh left his lips. "See? It's only natural for us boys." He turned back around to face Arian with a playful grin. Of course, he had used this time to remove the crippled leg from his mind. But it still bugged him. It still lingered there...
"Gah, whatever." The iguana grunted and coiled up against Ixionn, stubbornly watching him and the queen silently. Ixionn huffed and listened in to her next words. "Fighting isn't everything Ixionn, but thank you." Fighting isn't everything. It's the first time he's heard someone say something like that. He wanted to think about it...but she continued, and he respectfully listened to her. Afterward, she grinned and assigned Quelt as his mentor. The masked boy smiled cheerfully, tail continuing to thump against the earth happily.
"Is there anything you'd like to ask me?" Of course there was. But he wouldn't ask them now. Once he got to know her a little better...he'd ask. For now he needed to be respectful and mature around her. After all, she was his queen. -- Ixionn lowered his head and thought of a question besides the leg to ask her. Then, something popped into his mind. Something he didn't even rethink before it left his lips. "Don't you have a mate?" Oops.
Now he sounded perverted. Perfect. Suddenly, Drago rushed down to his rump, throwing his whip-like tail against his sensitive flesh. Ixionn released an easy whine, ears flattening back against his skull and eyes widening. "Disgusting perv mutt." The lizard spat mercilessly, claws digging into Ixionn's fur. The masked boy gaped and shook his head frantically. "N-no, that's not what I meant by it, I swear!" He turned his shocked eyes to Arian, a nervous grin stretching upon his lips. "I just wanted to know- who was taking care of my friend."

"Speech"
'thoughts'