"...I didn't expect to think that." A little surprised, he took a moment to reflect on himself. Only a single laugh to himself, soft and genuine. Yet even then he knew the contradiction of a Dragon acting like that. It was only possible due to his past life. Otherwise he'd been completely uncaring for the entire time here.
The sword dissipated. He was still working on getting stronger. Looking up, he saw no roof; thus, jumping up, he reached high into the air. His own physical strength and power were at this level. His wings grew out, pushing away the clothing and creating an opening between the clothing. Flying off, he focused on his surroundings. Nothing was following; even if it concealed his horns, he felt no unnatural disturbance.
