Alacruun honestly doesn't hate metallic dragons. He finds them (often) sanctimonious, self-important, and far too interested in meddling in things they shouldn't, but there's no burning hatred there. He has more important things to worry about than wayward cousins. So for the moment, he's happy enough to let Iessa nudge herself against him. He even gives her a little pat on the head. If she trusts him, well - there are possibilities there.

"Oh, I know. Young dragons tend to speak when they're ready and not before. No matter what anyone does..."

He glances at Aro and nods, "I've interacted with dragons before - even been around young once or twice - and I might be able to tell her a thing or two. Then again, I'm not sure if my perspective would be at all helpful, considering I'm not of her kind."

Technically, none of that was a lie.