It was utterly fascinating to meet a dragon from a different world. And this one must have been, given how different their behavior was. There were some similarities, of course. The brief, all-consuming sensation of being studied and sized up was deeply familiar, and it sent goosebumps flaring all along Aemond's skin. He bore no weapon and held himself very still as he was examined, though, even holding his breath a little at the rumbling, a sound that reverberates in his chest.

The difference came when the dragon turned his head to peer at him with only one eye. Surprise skittered over Aemond, surprise and delight, his eye widening slightly as he inhaled sharply, a quiet sort of awe washing over him. He was being received with such respect, the young prince wasn't entirely sure how to react. It was the breath stirring his hair that brought Aemond back to himself, and he chuckled, some of his earlier bravado breaking to reveal naked, genuine curiosity and warmth. If he felt an affinity with any living creature, it had always been dragons. Never humans.

At the show of teeth, Aemond inclined his head, tilting it slightly to reveal his neck without hesitation. "Should you find me unworthy," he said, this time in the common tongue. There was no resistance in his voice, only acceptance and respect.