"No, I shall not let you go. I have captured you all, and as such I have the right to use you as I see fit until one of four things happens. 1, I get bored of you and let you go. 2, I accidentally break you whilst playing too hard. 3, you get rescued by some third party. Or 4, you manage to escape by yourselves. This is basic draconic rite!" he exclaims as though his species' rules were to be known by his captives.<br/><br/>(Before I go ahead and do anything you guys don't like, what are all your preferences on pred/prey, and what will you<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>do?)<br/><br/>Nightwing rubs over Shawn a few last times in his afterglow, then finally returns his attention to him. "Hey, if you can form a coherent sentence yet, hows about I put you back into your regular body?" he asks, picking up the tiny form of his new body in his hands like a ragdoll.