Sense and Sensibility [C'vir]

Indeed,, the brown crooned in reply, delighted to have goaded Caxith into returning his flirtations. C'vir was rarely inclined to play, forcing Besulth to find his entertainment in other arenas. Amused by Caxith's willingness to coquet and his rider's constant discomfort, he tucked his wings around him and sat back to observe, meal close enough to finished to abandon.

"We've got our hands full with each other," he admitted, casting a sidelong glance at his dragon. "But I manage to keep him out of trouble."
Unfortunately, the brown groused to all present. C'vir shook his head.
"I'm convinced he wouldn't be such a pain in the ass if I didn't let him get to me."
Which would require you to be less uptight.

"Of his many talents," C'vir continued, tone tinged with good-natured sarcasm, "getting under my skin is by far his greatest." He turned to T'rielle, adding: "Is yours any easier to handle than mine?"
Besulth rumbled gleefully, adding a private remark to his rider. If you think she's not a hand-full, you're blind and stupid.

C'vir again considered Caxith, who, done with her mangled herdbeast, was grooming herself demurely. She was a different creature entirely from the one that had been savaging the corpses of her kills minutes before.  You're just fascinated with her, aren't you? You act like you've never seen a ladydragon with some spirit before.
I'm bewildered by her, he answered frankly, lifting a hand to brush back one of his curls.  Green dragons and their riders were a source of enough confusion for him as it was, without adding to it the knowledge that they weren't all the defenseless, ladylike creatures he envisioned.

Besulth, far more interested in Caxith's respectful approach than his rider's inability to wrap his head around the idea of greens, began his own slow amble toward the idle men. To Caxith's comment, the brown replied with a purr of his own. I'm sure there's plenty you could show me. He wasn't referring solely to swimming, the thought of which still troubled him.
He was well aware of his prowess in the air; he wasn't convinced his abilities at higher altitudes would translate to equivalent underwater abilities. Beyond that, he found the idea of not being able to breathe freely highly problematic.

C'vir, surprised Besulth hadn't immediately shut down any suggestion of underwater exploits, excused the slight smile that tugged at his lips. "I would pay to see someone try to teach him to swim. Extra marks if they were to somehow get him to enjoy it."