Not missing the blush and how urgent it seemed for the dragon girl to get her next words out made Deimia know she must have hit the nail on the head.  With a knowing grin she watched the black dragon’s tail end sway as she left and got caught by Keiga before she got all the way back to the kitchen with her order.  There was no point in responding as her grin was a better response than any words she could come up with.<br/><br/>Deimia sat silent, enjoying the chewing out Nyx was getting before she walked away to take care of her order.  It sounded like she wouldn’t need to when Keiga came over and joined in.  Though, she wasn’t sure why dragon girl’s should be revered.  Not that she hadn’t heard why, and some of the stories were definitely interesting, but dragon girls were not dragons.  Plus, she was pretty sure her amnesia kept most her from really knowing or caring the respect normal people had for them.  Honestly, she was more jealous than anything.  They had feature like her that made them very obviously not human and yet they were respected and she was feared.<br/><br/>Even with that, she couldn’t help but grin at Keiga, enjoying the dressing down.  At least until Nyx was gone.  Keiga was apparently more than just the combat trainer for the guild, she was quite eloquent as well.  After that all Deimai turned to Loi at what she said.<span style="color: purple">“I doubt she was enjoying the company of all of us.  Seeing some of the glares she was throwing, I am guessing those three cackling hyenas were the reason she seemed to pissy and bitchy.”</span>Deimia said before glaring at the three that Loi had moved closer to.<span style="color: purple">“Speaking of which.  I am pretty sure pissing off a dragon girl when you aren’t just as dangerous is a bad Idea.  What did you idiots do?”</span>Yeah, she was getting more comfortable, though not to be warm and cuddly.<br/><br/>As Nyx came back carrying the bowl of fruit she had asked for, it brought a real smile to her face, probably something they hadn’t seen much, even if it was a little wider than a normal person’s.<span style="color: purple">“Thank you.  So it looks like you actually can do your job.  Congratulations.”</span>She responded a little, though trying to figure out the reason behind the nicknames.<span style="color: purple">“I can’t wait until the cook is done.  He is unbelievably good.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>