Others would have been annoyed at being ogled, but Nyx spread her small wings and stood a little taller as Tiyala's gaze was fixed on the dragoness's chest. Quite enjoying being admired, Nyx's grin only grew wider as the elven girl's cheeks darkened further. Her split tongue played along her fangs as she licked her lips, responding to Tiyala's irritated reply with a deep growl.<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span style="color: red">"Bound? I see no chains or ropes binding me, little one, and some would consider your staring ruder than my greeting."</span></span>The she-dragon reached out with a hand towards Tiyala's chin to keep the elf's face lifted up.<span style="color: red"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">"I'll tolerate a pretty, squeaky mice like you admiring me however. I am, after all, quite something to behold."</span></span><br/><br/>If Nyx knew that Tiyala could read the collar locked around her neck, she gave no sign of it. The dragon certainly seemed a little too cocky with such a glaring weakness wrapped around her throat, unless perhaps the collar with it's inscriptions were but a bluff.<span style="color: red"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">"As for what I want, little mortal, well..." </span></span>She reached out and picked up Tiyala's spilled wineglass, putting it down again in front of the young mage.<span style="color: red"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">"<i>Busy </i>as you are with poisoning yourself, you still seem to have eyes for what <i>I </i>want." </span></span>The dragon glanced over to the small group that was now busy seating itself.<span style="color: red"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">"So, being the magnificent dragon that I am, I'm not really worried, but still curious as to what your intentions might be for the little gathering there."</span></span>She gestured towards the three now pouring over a map in the center of the room.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>