It's not that I'm a dragon who is called a monster.

I'm a monster, who happens to be mistaken as a dragon.

[He isn't sure if he can hang around her table to chat. It isn't as if they have many customers at this particular tea shop... The reason he seems so antsy is less a fear of bad work ethic, and more being wary of her.]

This human form contains the real me. I'm like a pretty jar that holds a toxic liquid.