Were the dragon capable of it, his expression would have been more telling, but what he could do would suffice, as his brow flattened just the tiniest bit, nostrils flaring, as he gained the feel around him of '<span style="color: olive">Well, shit.</span>' Though he would not go towards Mirnea, as it would mean crushing Aya as well, the fiendish black dragon did not take his hungry eyes off of her. Raising his voice a bit, as it was obvious that the bard was having trouble hearing, he replied disappointedly, "<span style="color: olive">Humph. So be it.</span>" One could almost see his mouth make a bit of a pout as he finished.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>