[Taking the offered hand as forgiveness, Typhon eagerly leans in to sniff it. After a couple sniffs, she realizes the girl smells almost exactly like that adorable little redhead that her Mistress keeps around, and she out and out flaps her wings in excitement.]

I'm glad you're so pleased, Typhon. But if you try that again you're going straight into your ball.

[The dragon cringes, looking remarkably like a scolded child for something so huge and fierce.]

At any rate, it's good to see you in person, Namine. [Ilya's expression softens into a gentle smile.] I promise, the rest of my Pokemon will be a lot more polite.

Except perhaps for Orpheus. Don't jump when he screams, it just encourages him.