"Not really 'bad' but I've had my fair share of bad dreams." He's dreamed of having his father killed by Arachnoids, and that disturbed him deeply.

He picks up on that almost immedietly, yawning and stretching, basking in the light and the aura while rolling around in the grass, he ends up on his belly.

Mrrr. "Do you turn into a tiger when you're on stage?" Hmm. Maybe he should tell him that he has a magical affinity himself, but has never learned, sorcery, that is.