[Salmog isn't too keen on the idea of interacting with Dylas, either, but it doesn't immediately show. He feels busted, caught doing something he shouldn't have, and he slowly turns around to look up at Dylas. But he doesn't say anything. Aside from the way his pom-pom quivers, he looks like he's staring at Dylas with bored, unimpressed eyes.

Dylas isn't too keen on getting on the floor (that's what the rest of his body is for, sweeping up the Curti Center or something), but he lowers himself onto the floor anyways. He can't crouch, so he has to get pretty damn low, and he places his human torso on one of his coils so it's not touching the floor and getting dust all over his clothes.]

It's...nice to meet you? [Dylas isn't sure why he's being given an introduction, but he's not against it, either.] I'm Dylas. And I don't know how you can tell. I've been here two months, and this guy's never said or written a word to me.

[Salmog continues to stare. Is he afraid of his assigned person (or person?, as Gladiolus sees him)? Definitely.]

He flies into the air and yanks my hair when he wants to show something. It wouldn't surprise me if his mother was a bat.

[Salmog slowly turns to Gladiolus and shakes his head. His mother is not, in fact, a bat.]