"Oh. Yeah, no, no offense taken. I don't think I would choose to meet me in a dream, either," Bruno counters with an awkward sort of laugh. Self-confidence, you will not find much of it here in this tiny package, but he isn't going to dwell on that for any extent of time. Instead, he's considering what a made-up dream dragon would be named and what they would look like and—

"I don't think they'd look like you? I mean, you look a little intimidating, y'know? So, they'd probably be green, since, well, that's my favorite color."

He looks down and gestures at the green ruana he wears, decorated with little hourglasses along the edges. Old and worn, it's seen better days, but was clearly a favored piece to wear due to that.

"And I'm thinking. Named. Princesa. Princesa the Green Dream Dragon."