Watching the dragon complain, Faelan wondered if she was intentionally trying to irk him. Although to be completely fair, she was doing a good job.<br/><br/>"You don't like the shorts?" He grabbed one of the pairs of shorts, and a knife from a close drawer. Sticking the knife in one pant leg, and out the other, he cut a hole in between the two of them. "Boom, skirt. What do you think, top fashion right?" Throwing the 'skirt' back in the box, he went and put his head up to the wall next to the door.<br/><br/>"Cool, they only gave me two guards. Fucking idiots. Follow me."