This level of Karma, Skellig can sense - and combined with the surge that he feels radiate off of Kreyu at the sight of the hoard as the light fills the room, his energy also shifts strongly in the positive direction.

She wanders off to investigate jewelry. He wanders to go look at the 'nest' itself, in the center in the room. The silk sheet intrigues him - he has not felt a material this fine beneath his fingertips, so carefully spun and woven, and he is almost hesitant to even think of touching it. But he can hear Kreyu carefully sorting through items, so he knows that touching won't hurt...

Another surge of energy radiates off of his dragon, and a different sort of thought (very wicked, he'll blame the 'art' on the door if she asks) jumps into his mind. He smirks to himself, and then carefully climbs up onto the pile (it's so comfortable!). Soundlessly, he sprawls himself out on his back, his wings outstretched, hands folded loosely behind his head.

His kilt might be slung a little low on his hips.

And then he whistles at her, the sound sharp - a hey, look at me! call designed to clearly get her attention.