[He's sorry that he's so gruff and grumbly, Hermione. It's not you, he promises. If she had hugged him in greeting, he would have embraced her in return. But people do not generally embrace Faolan, people do not generally treat him like he is the sort of man to have or want emotional interaction like that. Which isn't necessarily true, he's just conditioned himself to appear that way.

In response to her question, he sighs, as Bridei himself flicks a tongue out at her fingers, and then scrambles down from his head to his shoulder to launch himself towards her. Hello, Hermione! Hello! You deserve a proper greeting from at least one of them! Faolan tries to catch him but the dragon moves too fast and Faolan is still a little afraid of damaging one of those delicate wings with all the squirming Bridei sometimes does.]

My apologies. If he is not sleeping, he is scaling the walls. [Faolan bemoans.] Sometimes literally. I suppose I should be grateful that Lady has enough training not to attempt and join in. I can take him back if you'd like.