"Hmmmm? Oh, no not at all... Well, yes and no. Paste and molten slag is what I can do -now- with my current limited resources. With a steady supply of chemicals it's more like 'ashes and memories'." He begins to churr quite loudly, seemingly very, very enthusiastic about that particular thought, it's a bit disturbing, but... most of the things he says and does are, so the shock is probably muffled a good bit... at least, if one is of the mindset to 'get used' to such things.<br/><br/>"I havent seen any good explosions since our last war. That was the whole reason that I had to take a vacation. They prefer people like me to be somewhere else during times of peace, lest we cut them short out of boredom." He shrugs his shoulders, chuckling softly as he turns his gaze about the room. "If you don't mind a return question for your own... why do you smell like fear when you look at that scaled fella? He seems alright to me... but then again, my definition of 'alright' isn't much compatible with most others'."