Her reaction completely catches him off guard. When the Kenoma first forced these changes on him, it was hard to see them as anything but the effects of an outside invader - something done to him rather than coming from within. Though the worst of it faded after he found the Pleroma, he's spent this whole time thinking that the remnants are scars of the experience.

His confusion is pain on his face. Though he's come to accept his intrinsic ties to dragons, having it pointed out to him never fails to send him for a bit of a loop. He frowns.

"You're suggesting that this is my true self?" he asks, lifting a clawed hand. It's not nearly as bad as it was back in the caverns, but it's still enough to make him feel a little bit alien in his own body. He feels like he should be offended. Despite everything, these draconic shapes on a human form still frighten him.

He pauses for a moment, folding his arms and self consciously putting his claws out of sight. He supposes he did just come away from chewing someone's throat out, not all that long enough.

"...Hmph..."