"No others! Just these!" Krieg doesn't like pokeballs, or the implications of pokeballs. The technology is fascinating, but it also reminds him strongly of something manufactured by Hyperion. Slick and convenient, but ultimately sinister. If Krieg feels claustrophobic in the too-small inn where he and the other Pandorans have been living, he hates to think what being confined to a ball the size of his palm might feel like. He can't fathom forcing his monster buddies to tolerate something he himself would refuse to.

At Assumption's compliments, though, Torch Dragon ducks his head back behind Krieg's legs. If pokemon could blush, the yellow Charmeleon would be blushing. He's not completely devoid of manners, though, and manages to acknowledge the Cubone's compliments with a quiet, "Thank you...!"

"I bet the Skull Hat has lots of friends." Assumption's overtures of friendship toward Torch Dragon have not gone unnoticed by Krieg. He's wanted to pat the little guy anyway, ever since he first saw him over the video feed, so now he's crouching down to hold out a hand and initiate the long-awaited pats.