[Pleasantly, the elf takes a moment to bow -- not far, and without taking her eyes off the dragon in question.]

It would be my most esteemed pleasure. I have one small condition on the matter.

[As Seviilia straightened, she suddenly lamented the absence of Blighthoof. It would make this much easier and less dangerous. -- also faster. But this dragon here would have to settle for her light feet rather than a horse's hooves.]

If you don't wrangle my pursuer in a timely fashion, I will kill it myself.