He always playfully teased you about dry scales, considering he always ’took pride’ in making sure his always remained nice and bright. Gaz was always a tad bit confused why you loved sleeping on rocks so much.

That was until he peeked out of the water, his tail absentmindedly swishing behind him. He put a hand on the warm rock, his ears perking up in a childish like excitement.

You laughed as he hopped up onto the rock, plopping himself down next to you.

“Warm.”

He practically purred.