Patiently, the dragon keeps her eyes focused on Madhuri, watching the bard work those charms of hers and the delicate touch against her scales. She'd let very few others get a glimpse of her true form, let alone get this physical, yet Madhuri always had this way about her, something that told Matilda she could trust her, even with something like this.

She's guided by that touch and lets the girl ease her onto her back, still observant. The dragon's steady breathing is visible on her rising and lowering belly, traced over by that long, smooth metal. In kind, the dragon's tail curls to brush against the tiefling's cheek.

"Perhaps...assuming you're true to your word. Otherwise, there are ways you're guaranteed to satisfy me..."