Lycodrake didn’t like the humans’ screams of fear; it wasn’t just that he didn’t like frightening anyone, but he was also in a strange city where humans reacted like this to his presence. That wasn’t the norm as he knew it at all. Though, he wasn't sure if it was related to the explosion he had heard and felt, or if it was truly all because of his presence.
The screams of the attempted passengers at the subway stop, and the cowered looks on one of the neighboring loiterers waiting for the train drew Tywin's attention. A gods damned, dragon - wingless, but still more than capable of being a threat - was walking down the stairs, without a care in the world, or so it seemed. God touched as well, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up to confirm his suspicions. A friend, or one sent to hinder him by a rival pantheon was a possibility, but cooperating in this strange city would allow Tywin to be able to cover more ground... and having a dragon as an ally would be more than handy if there was a need to get violent. Rather than cower behind, or scream in fear, Tywin stepped forth, nodding to the beast. "So who do you serve, dreki?" he asked, not even flinching at the beasts appearance.
He tilted his head at the young adult human who addressed and halted before him. Brown eyes that told of great purpose - matching that in the man’s question - and a runed, replacement hand caught his attention. “[Athena] Nike is my matron goddess and I have served her as messenger. My own question to you, sir: what is this city and why are humans fleeing from me? Where I come from, humans live beside creatures both like and unlike me.”