They're golden. And I meant they aren't...whatever you were trying to say. Are you always this confusing?

[Semantics, semantics. Dylas stretches out his body so that his arms are resting against the edge of the bed and he rests his head there, laying his torso flat. Without the snake tail, it'd look like he was laying down.

Look, it's not his fault. It's a little chilly in here. And it's a lot easier to lounge than it is to hold himself up for no reason.]

It's not a sore spot. It's just...a weird question to ask. Yeah.