The creature seemed somehow offended at her dismissal of combat, sulking a little and barely nodding to affirm he'd understood her, as was becoming his habit. Seemingly he approved of battle, even if he was too small to be a warrior.<br/><br/>And, when she asked her favour, he was quick to shake his head and hiss, angrily... though not altogether imposingly. "Tsss... You may not speak our tongue, warmblood! Do you think I will be the one to tell our oppressors how to listen to usss, and ssspy? Tsss" His head shook, stubbornly. "I ssshall not teaches you!"<br/><br/>With his outburst done, he seemed to settle down, the anger that had seen him tense up and scowl dissipated quickly and he seemed to relax... but not to help her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>