[His fingers brushes over the scales on his other hand. He had expected the questions, but he still ends up feeling self conscious about his appearance.] Just the occasional irritable itch, nothing more. This too will eventually pass.

[He lifts the bag that he been carrying, looking through it's contents. He'll take out a jar and a small vial, setting them on the table. The vial had some of his white scales, the jar carried that familiar rainbow honey.] I thought your father would like to take a look at those scales, and some more of that honey for you.