He eyes the large draconic creature, mulling over the fact that he didn't lose his hand. So there was a bit of maneuverability here which is far more intriguing. Matthieu rubs the back of his neck and rolls his shoulders while figuring out how to go about this.

"So what? You're lonely then? Is that it?" He shoves his hands into his pockets. "Because to be honest, don't blame that with the locale...or the attitude."