"Susan!"

Norman does sound delighted about that, helpfully craning his neck in order to rest his head on his forelegs.

It leaves him at a fairly decent height for consuming apple pastries, provided the princess holds them up.

This accomplished, he lets his tongue flick at the air for a moment. Then the enormous pupil of one enormous eye seems to center on Marian.

"Nottingham. Nottingham. Hmm. Could you show that to me on a map? I've never been. Is it an interesting place? Are there caves?"

Oh. Wait.

The Queen presented this woman to him. That means human formalities.

Such a bother.

"Hello, Lady Marian. You wouldn't be another one interested in going dragon-diving, would you?"