Private Dragon Intervention

Eein would follow him. "Uh, yeah, yeah you are," he's tell him honestly. "You look young, way to young to be a teacher, well...maybe a teacher to little kids, maybe that, but not a teacher for high school." He'd look at him, actually having to lower his eyes a little because of the height difference.

"Like...and I'm not trying to be an ass, but your scent is dragon, but most dragons I've met are decently tall," he'd gesture to himself. "We should do an experiment, us both walk into a random class, see if any of the students think either of us are a teacher."

He'd look at him, his nose twitching. "Speaking of your scent, you do smell like a dragon, but your scent is a little different than most dragons I know."

"I mean.....it's not hard to guess," he'd say with a snort, "you're Asian, you're a dragon, dragons in most Asian mythology are generally divine beings, even gods sometimes." Eein would smirk. "You're hardly the only god around here."

"As for what kind of dragon I am, you're....half right," he'd say with a tiny chuckle, "dad was a European dragon, mom was....different, she was a catlike nature dragon, so I'm somewhere in between."

His stomach would growl again as they neared their destination, his nose picking up the scents. "So.......where are you taking us? Somewhere with meat I hope."