Victor
He could see the fear in the other dragonets eyes, *Good* He thought as he stared down at Iceberg. *Now he knows who's in charge. I bet he's regretting running his mouth.* But he couldn't help the small amount of guilt in his gut. Did Iceberg really think he was about to permanently disable him? Did he genuinely think if he doesn't manage to fight Galah off, that's what would happen? It was conflicting. He wanted The IceWing to fear him and regret what he'd said, but he didn't want to scare the living shit out of him. Just a healthy 'im in charge' amount of fear. But if he backed off now, then Iceberg would see that he felt bad. It would show weakness. 

The fire in his throat had been heating up to a temperature that couldn't be absorbed back into his body, so he drew his wings in and let out a hot stream of fire out into the sky above them, a few flaming ashes sprinkled onto Icebergs face, but nothing that would hurt more than one second. He withdrew his talons from the other dragonet's shoulders, but didn't remove his back legs from his stomach, keeping him down on the ground. He still stared at Iceberg with a severe look, a look that tried to imply that he shot the fire in the sky as a warning and a show of power, and definitely not because he didn't want to *Actually* Burn the other dragonets face off.
Jeffery
His heart pounded. He didn't want to go back. He was sorry. He flinched as a hot stream of fire whirled into the sky, catching the wind, keeping his maw clamped a bit of ash fell on his face. His shoulders seemed to swell as blue blood oozed out. Nothing major, perhaps a few scratches, but *Still.* Galah seemed to be backing off, yet his stomach still lay vulnerable to his black claws. And then the look of power. The look that told Iceberg that this was no play, and if he wanted to get out alive, he'd have to stop having a limp spine and actually do something.

He shook his head once again, but this time a determination lay behind it. "Get off me." He demanded, hissing and baring his teeth, allowing a storm of frost to grow behind his throat. He thrashed his wings, swiped at him at his claws. Anything to get away. Anything not to go back.
Victor
If he got off of him, wouldn't he leave? *Not that he would care. This dragon was annoying and had a smart mouth. Why would he want him around?* Still, he hesitated to get off. "Apologise." He hissed, making sure his tone sounded just as serious and dangerous as it had a few moments before, even if in reality his anger was subsiding slowly.