Vormitraax remain several moments assorted, hissing and panting, in a trance-like state. The only one who knows him a little, Felicity, could figure out that his different 'personalities' are struggling, and that the dragon is being slowly and strainfully sealed away inside the knight. With a final gasp, he reassumes his usual posture - upright and statuary as much as his crooked spiky figure allows, a stern look on his monstrous muzzle.<br/>With slow movements he picks up his greatsword, giving just a quick - yet quite ... interested - gaze at Lamya's feast.<br/>Then he strides heavily towards the rest of the group, listening silently to Nanami's speech - his expression even more detached and undecipherable than usual, as he takes his place a couple of feet behind Felicity.<br/>As Nanami finishes her narration - and just waiting a little after Felicity's outburst - he clears cavernously his throat. His left paw - big, clawed and covered in spiky scales - brushes for a brief moment on the feline's flank, close to her open wound. A touch unexpectedly light, warm and careful - something extremely daring for the dragonspawn's standards, as he usually avoids respectfully every contact with her.<br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"I BEG FORGIVENESS FOR MY DARING INTERRUPTION. FAIR FELICIT<span style="font-style: italic">-AE</span>, MINE SHAME AND DISMAY IS VAST AND VERILY DEEP,</span>" he growls in a deep, regretful tone,<span style="color: #BF0000">"AS MINE UNWORTHY SELF HAST FAILED TO PROPERLY PROTECT THY PRECIOUS LADYSHIP. IT IS MINE GREATEST SHAME THAT THOU HAST SUFFERED HIDEOUS INJURY AND PUNISHMENT AT THE UNCLEAN HANDS OF THAT LOWLY BOVINE SCOUNDREL, WHILE MINE FLESH, SWORN TO PROTECT THINE, IST O SO SHAMEFULLY UNSCATHED."</span>He solemnly kneels, his sword in hand.<span style="color: #BF0000">"ALLOWEST MINE UNBECOMING SELF TO REDEEM MINE VERY NAME! MINE SWORD AND CLAWS AND FANGS AND TAIL AND VARIEGATEDLY SHARP-EDGED ANATOMY IS THINE, IF THOU WISHEST TO GRACE ME WITH THE ACCEPTANCE OF MINE SERVICES"</span>.