[ He brings the flower up to his mouth, burying his face in its petals, and it would probablly look very pretty and romantic and kissing flowers if he was not a large hairy fairy man and also if behind the flower his tongue was not extending into a thin, uncoiling proboscis to absorb the nectar from it.

...Alucard has a point about the blood thing, he's starting to learn. No matter how appealing it might look from the outside this flower thing is pretty gross from his point of view. ]

Another couple days, at least. Scales haven't started to shed yet. [ He talks into the flower at first, then puts it aside. ] I'll ask for work on the ground tomorrow. Tell them I'm feeling a little unsteady- something like that.

[ Look at him, willing to articulate needs and everything! ]