Pleased with Jack's deduction skills, Toothless nods again in confirmation of what he's worked out. It's 'nice' to be called nice, though sometimes he worries about his image as a Night Fury. Perhaps the inhabitants of the mansion think he's more of a cuddly teddy bear than a dragon, defending them against hellhounds aside.

He comes a few more curious steps closer, sniffing at Jack's boots and committing his scent to memory.