"I might be three of you, in drake form," Wrathion mused quietly to himself. Which...was probably enough to disrupt the party at least a little, if the flame and ash that signaled his transformation didn't do it first. But he wasn't about to transform right now. Which was why he was allowing Kelson to peek into his head in the first place.

There wasn't a lot of exposed skin in Wrathion's outfit, but the Black Prince tugged off one of his gloves to free a hand. It looked fairly normal, save for the slightly elongated nails at his fingertips. More akin to talons, but what did one expect?

He extended that hand to Kelson so that the Deryni could reach it easily, allowing himself to relax. Or to do so as much as he could, considering the circumstances. But truly, he had only a few more moments to figure out just what he wanted to show, didn't he? Wait--

"Ready. Do not be too concerned with my opponent, here. He's rather dead, and he was in my world to begin with."

Though still, he wouldn't blame Kelson if the other man had questions...assuming he wanted to know more about Old Gods.