Solu by the time the next person arrived...having thoroughly scared the shit out of the King or Emperor...whatever Ruler person...in less than five minutes. He growls and glares at the guards. Armed with strange metal scales that was like a single scale wrapped around their bodies. Idiotic looking things in his opinion. His own garbs were strange too. But he loved them. A silk top made by elven hands. Kimono style silk bottoms. A dragon scale belt around his waist rather than where the waistline was. And of course...he was pissed...beyond all belief. He glares at Louis.<br/><br/>Yelling something at him in Draconic. Unknown unless you were a dragon but its meaning was clear. He had just cussed out and told off the young prince. And then...he smirks. Oh. Yeah. He knew damn well he'd just done something that would possibly result in pissing this man off. He growls. Spits in his face and actually answers. He was a man of all tongues. A gift of being born with the dragon soul of Fire and Ice. "Solu." he then cusses him out again and snaps at him. Unable to do much else due to shackles binding wrists and ankles. The chains attaching those restraints to his choker on his neck only added to his fury.