Kothar quickly coils up and covers his face with his tail as the fox speaks. "So be it, Maybe I don't plan on digesting you the next time. What do you know?... I can reform myself, might I reform you aswell?" The dragon questions, not yelling anymore, his voice was soft and almost lonely. "Maybe I simply plan on crushing you, till your weak bones snap apart and I feel the warm sensation of your blood running through my paws. Hmm... What if?" He questions. "If I give you back your form and let you decide for yourself, you will run. Why won't you accept my gift?... I want to keep you safe. Other dragons won't question their prey. You could be a meal for a giant bird... Grinded up by rocks in their crop. You like that 'little one'? Hmm? I can do worse." Kothar scowled angrily at the fox. He waited. He wanted the fox to approach him and make him feel good, to justify what he did. "Did I hurt you?" The dragon uncoiled for a moment.