"Heh, so did you." He said in return. His claw reached for the paper, grabbing a long line of it and balling it up, setting it under his tail and rubbing it clean. He then tossed it in the bowl and pushed the button, sending it and the dragon poop down the drain. "Well Rynn, you sure were great. The clothes kinda hampered the taste a little. Other than that, it was great." He grabbed the metal panel and reattached it to the rear. "Be quiet when you leave, Illidan's asleep."