"Do I have time for listening to the tears of an over-emotional fool?" (Yes.) "I think not." Dragon is, it seems, as much of a showboat as his host. He slows as he closes the distance between them, swinging his hands behind his back and winding his fingers together. "And what would it take to make me your business, I wonder," he asks, "what could possibly make you care?" He wants to see her react, if only for his own satisfaction, but he has no intent on attacking her.

Instead, he summons up his mana, lifting his hands palm-up. Fire bursts in one palm, and a crystal of ice floats in the other. Would she appreciate seeing a building on fire? (He can't channel enough mana in this form to do so--but he can wonder nonetheless.)