[It does indeed eat flesh, but right now its placated enough with some hay and the company of the human its chosen to stick itself to - not that Bruce wants to admit the latter, since that leads to things he'd rather not think about. There's so many reasons why being actually responsible for something won't end well for him.

The words from her bring out a small laugh from Bruce, though the amusement that it brings is little.] It's called a dracolisk. [He begins to explain over the pounding of the hammer.] They're mounts, albeit more exotic than your average horse. And while I do appreciate your confidence in my abilities, my surgical skills don't quite apply to animals. Though if you do end up needing a bone set, I'll do my best to make it painless.