[Dragon or no, it's hard to be terribly intimidated by anything so small, or so fluffy, or that makes such excited little noises. But even if he's not frightened of the creatures, Jack is surprised to see them, especially out in the plaza and sitting under a table. He stops in his tracks, then gives a shocked, soft little half-laugh, eyes flitting between the man standing at the table and the creatures beneath it.]

Ah. Yes, I- I suppose I did. Sorry, Jack Holden, pleasure to meet you.

[His Handshake is a little awkward, as he stops a good foot from the edge of the table before leaning in to extend his hand. Something skittish in him is loathe to let the little animals entirely out of his sight, for all that they seem harmless.]

Is it . . . is it like a dog, or a cat? Is tail-wagging good or bad, here?