You can't just say that to everything that turns up. Oh, I'm a dragon, I'm not going to get sick like all these fleshy little people! Oh, I am sick all along? Well, I can't possibly get as sick... You aren't immune in the first place, so there's no telling what it'll do to you. Don't be daft.

[He's annoyed, certainly, but there's still concern under all that talk. Once the vial is secured in one of his pouches, he places a hand on Wrathion's shoulder. He's less intent on moving him so much as just... being reassuring, in his own way.]

You aren't fine. I'd be much more at ease if you came to work with me and sampled some of the potions we're trying. Then I might thank you.