"Of course they are, and it seems we're all dragons, tonight." Kain looks toward Garahel, then reaches to pet him eagerly. "I definitely like the way you've transformed yourself, Garahel. I almost thought a dragonling had come down to roam the streets."

He's pleased, and oddly in a... pretty decent mood at the moment. He's mostly just glad that they could do something like this together, a new and unusual way of celebrating. "Shall we?" He goes to pay the price to allow them in, then leads the way once that's done. After all, he isn't about to let some silly haunting rumors hold him back. He's seen some people leaving looking rather unsettled, but he's willing to bet it's not as bad as it seems. They're all probably just not strong enough to handle it.