Unfortunately he might have difficulty with that, since the various draconic languages aren't exactly designed for human hearing.

Asch pops a slice of orange into his mouth and nods; he's not sure what, if anything, he would even ask at this point. His new partner has much less restrained curiosity than he's used to. Still, as he munches his way through the orange, his increasing comfort shows in the flaking away of his magic guise. It's just a few feathers, mostly at the edges of his hairline, but it's enough to register as clearly not human to anything more than a passing glance.

He continues to eat, though if Soma has any further questions, he doesn't seem like he'd mind too much having to swallow in order to talk.