Reinhardt can't help but to laugh again at the way the little green drake starts to nip at that long hair. He is suddenly very grateful that he no longer had his own flowing mane. He's certain it would be covered in dragon spit and tangled beyond help in no time at all. Since he does remember what it was to have such luxurious locks, he reaches out to lightly put a finger on the dragon's nose. "No no, little one, that is not a toy." He gets nipped for his efforts, but it's really nothing he can't handle.

"You think they would let me? I'm afraid I would get attached to her and not want to bring her back to them. Or that she would get attached to me. Dragons are supposed to be very loyal. But I would still love to have her. Even for a little bit. She looks like she needs a lot of attention to get back on the road to health." He returns to giving the little silver small bits of food. "I'm sure once she's strong enough, she'll be able to do much, even without her sight." He looks back to Venom and the yawning dragon in his lap and he gives the young man the softest smile.

"Who has a way with them? That one looks like it's going to take a nap right there."