"If only it were that simple to prevent this beast from being the embodiment of agony."

Indrik turns his head to Maverick's hand, once again taking deep snorting breaths. His breath is hotter than a natural creature's would be, but hardly scalding. Once it's all sniffed again, Indrik shoots a quick red-eyed glance at Rex and weighs up if he'd get into trouble if he headbutts Mav in the chest for daring to raise a hand to him.

...Probably.

So he gives a gentle warning butt against his hand instead, remarkably like a cat nuzzle.