It's fine, eventually you develop Draconic Aura and that protects your skull from all sorts of things - wait, no, that's Popp's world, not this one.

Popp brings his hands into it, but only for leverage purposes, bracing against Caspar's shoulder so he can tilt his head and scrape horn against horn without totally ruining his balance. He hopes he looks cool and not like a cat rubbing its face on the furniture.

"Sheesh, you're sturdy!"