[Is that a belch or a strange lizard cry? He has very limited experience with such creatures, as they tend to stick to the far south and warmer climates. He blinks, watching as the strange creature destroys the grape with such ferocity that grape juice squirts from the fruit.

Well. At least it's eating grapes and not... his horses?]

Ah! [He jumps back, nearly losing his towel, Moglad drifting closer as if to protect him. What were clearly just... sounds, unfamiliar and uncomfortable, turn into. Words. But he clearly heard. Sounds. Melodic, almost, like notes instead of syllables --]

Oi, Moglad, it's fine! [He shifts the towel to a proper robe with nary a thought; now that the lizard can talk, he would appreciate more not giving it a bit too much of his... well. Bits.] Er. Hello. That's... kind. I think. [Didn't see him? Did it -- she? -- expect to? (All right, so perhaps he'd been nearly scalp-deep in his hot spring. It wouldn't have been hard to miss him.)] I'm sorry, this is rather new to me. Are we acquainted?

[Now that he thinks about it, the voice does sound familiar. It's just. Coming out of... this.]