[He sets the video down on the bed. Linoone darts over and returns it to the pile.] Do you mean the egg? [He carefully shifts his position to face Dragonite and give her a better view of the egg. He looks up at her with a broad smile.]

It's fascinating, isn't it? It could be any type... But if it's purple, maybe it will be a Dark type? [A Purrloin's fur was purple, after all.] Or perhaps Poison? I don't know. [Which just makes it all the more exciting.

He glances over at Dragonite's egg.] ... Have you ever cared for an egg before, Dragonite? [He hadn't thought about it before, but he didn't know how old Dragonite was. Did she have children? He doubted it; she seemed too solitary to have a mate, and too busy surviving to raise young.]