There was a pleased rumble at Casey trying to clean his fur. He didn't actually mind, but he wasn't going to stop them if they really felt like doing it for whatever reason. Contact was contact and he wasn't going to shy away when his dragonaught was giving him, even if they were trying to clean him like he was a dirty little dragonet that had been too busy playing in the mud.

"It's nice on you," he agreed and reached out with a paw to adjust the shirt on them to straighten it out. It had gotten slightly rumpled during their previous activities, but it still looked good on them. "There's plenty more where that came from. We'll be going through most of what I got you during the weekend."