Poorly

"Gah - get off of me, you lecherous human!" Nightwing forcefully pushes you away from her, and it takes all you have to stay standing. She doesn’t bother to cover her body at all, as modesty is still something somewhat foreign to her.

You're dazed for a moment, and she launches into a tirade before you can explain.

"I know you're perverted, but to just try something like that!? And when we're discussing your dying mother!? Have you no decency!?" Her cheeks begin to glow a slight gold - do her scales react to heat? Is that how she blushes?

"I-I wasn't trying anything!" You protest, holding your hands out, blushing furiously as you attempt to defend yourself. "It was just a hug!"

Nightwing pauses, looking you up and down. "What is this...hug?" She points at you threateningly. "If I detect even a hint of deception in your response, I... I'll cut off those testicles that you human males always seem so proud of!"

You can't help but notice how much her speech patterns change when she's flustered.

"It's a sign of affection among humans," you explain carefully, struggling to retain eye contact, even as she shifts her posture slightly, causing her breasts to wobble slightly. "I'm just...really, very grateful, okay? And I...I couldn’t think of how else to show it."

You look away from her, rubbing your arm awkwardly as you do. She remains silent for an extended period of time, before finally relaxing with a pronounced sigh.

"Well, just...don't do it again," she mutters as she pushes past you and into the rest of the house, eager to move on from this interactiom. "W-we need to prepare. It's going to be a rather long trip."

You grasp your mother's hand before following Nightwing out of her room, gently closing the door behind you.