"I suppose it's hard to say. With how he is currently, I do admit that his presence is... surprisingly unobtrusive." Which is nice, he supposes, because it makes him still feel a bit more himself. The flip side, of course - "Yet this does mean that I don't know as much about him as would perhaps be beneficial."

Frankly, Ignis is impressed that he managed to get out of the dragon that he did some manner of cooking in his past life, and he's fairly certain that only happened because he wanted to make sure he didn't cut off a finger by accident.

"As for the scales... I've been fortunate. This is mostly how they've been coming in along my hands." Ignis stops abruptly, gaze just a little over her shoulder, before he hums.

"...Sveargith spoke just now. He said that while, in time, we will likely be able to adjust the scales on our own with some practice, it is rather luck of the draw in the middle process. At least, if he had to hazard a guess. Well, I am thankful to learn that much."