“That a boy Sammy, you know I don’t follow the rules anyways. It’s not every day I get to try out a new weapon. Paint me excited.”<br/><br/>Looking at the dragon still, he could swear her slits for eyes had narrowed, as if she was trying to figure him out. Apparently she hadn’t caught his message.<br/><br/><i>You, me, fair fight.</i><br/><br/>He tried to keep it as simple as he could, to really get his point across. Faelan was almost hyping himself up, thinking about the fight. In fact, he was getting so antsy, he was starting to think maybe he was feeding off of her aggression. A rank demons were intelligent, and he hoped she could figure out he wanted a nice, balanced fight. Just the two of them.<br/><br/>“You know, the more you say, the more they listen. Ain’t that right Sam?” he called out, looking towards the glass once again.<br/><br/>“Shut up Faelan.”<br/><br/>“See, works every time,” he chirped with a grin.