The dragon bobbed uncertainly, not sure what to make of the man's reaction. The two-legged creatures seemed to make a lot of head movements at each other, and he'd never been able to figure out if they meant something and, if so, what that meaning was. Did it mean he was ready to play? Or was he still feeding? They were so confusing, without telepathy to communicate with. Sometimes he wondered how they managed.
Backing slowly away, he came to a realisation. These people seemed to be social types from what he'd seen of them – sort of like his species, despite their differences. Maybe the man would like some of his own kind, that he could talk to with those funny noises they all liked so much. The little reptile didn't know exactly where they might be found, but he knew what their nests looked like! He could protect the man while they searched for one, and they'd get to play too! It'd be dangerous away from his cave, where he might not be able to hide from the horribly bright sun and its tiring light, but it'd be fun as well.
Suddenly he darted across the meadow, turning back to the man when he reached the edge. He tried to tell him where they were going, sending a blurry image of what he remembered the nest he'd seen to look like – a crude facsimile of a town, blobs of brown and grey rising from green fields and populated by hundreds of, well, the only person he could remember the appearance of was this one so they were all him. Hopefully that would get the point across?