Malus would look at the marble as he was told he could eat it, and it wouldn't digest. Hearing her voice unaccompanied by the insectile chatter that accompanied her voice was odd, not bad. But he'd gotten to rather like that sound of her voice. It was uniquely hers, "Hmmm so that's what you sound like? I have to admit, your speaking voice is truly something to listen too ... I find it uniquely you." Just as he could feel the concern and kindness in her words. He hoped that he could hear the honesty in his, "But your minds voice suits you just as well. It'll simply take me time to get used to it."
He then swallowed the marble sized egg, and felt the draconic greed, and gratefulness of the gift fill him. But when he mentioned being friends, he felt a surge from her of genuine laughter, and discussed going down to her lair. Malus would in good humor pass the message to her mind, his deep masculine timbre, My good lady, it would be my pleasure to accept. Now let us be off to see your Lair, and learn what there is too learn. He say good humor and a scholars inquisitiveness practically radiating from him through the connection they had.
And just as the full might of the Legion would back him if he needed it. So too would he be there for Shinku if the same held true. Where ever, when ever. After all, what are friends for?