...if you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask more? But I really want to know, too.

[is it strange or rude for him to want to know? honestly, his experiences thus far haven't given him a solid answer to that question. with a little sigh, he lowers himself down to the sand, coiling behind and around Madoka like a big, scaly backrest. he's close enough that she can lean back against him if she wants, but not-quite touching, in case she doesn't; she can feel the warmth of his scales there.]

It really seems like it bothers you...