<span style="font-style: italic">(Sorry for the late response - I hope I'm not forgetting anything!)</span><br/>As Felicity could have expected, her little rub to the dragonspawn's spiked jaw results in a brief expression of pure (and rather perplexed) bliss on his monstruos. He seems to struggle against such gratification to recover a more stern and respectable attitude - succeeding with a little, pleased groan.<br/>After a little (<span style="font-style: italic">THUNDEROUS</span>) cough, he roars stoutly:<span style="color: #BF0000">"FEAREST NOT, O ONE AND ONLY FAVOURITE OF MINE -  THOU SHALL BE SAFE UNDER MY VERILY WATCHFUL TUTELAGE. MY SWOR-" he begins, before realizing he left his favourited broadsword on the hoard in his lair - "-MY CLAWS AND S<span style="font-style: italic">PIKES AND FANGS AND THORNS AND WHOLE MOST SHARP-EDGED ANATOMY</span> ART SWORN TO PROTECT THINE FLESH AND SOUL. "</span><br/><br/>At Lamya's enquire, he readily answers:<span style="color: #BF0000">"UNDER THE NAME OF VORMITRAAX, WHICH INDEED IST MINE, I WANDER THE LANDS, HONOURING THE VIRTUE AND FAIRNESS OF LADY FELICITAS"</span>-the correct pronunciation of her name was always a struggle, to his dismay, - "AND PROTECTING THE DESTITUTES AND CONFOUNDING THE EVIL-DOERS". After a slightly embarassed moment of silence, he admits:<span style="color: #BF0000">"MOSTLY."</span><br/><br/>As Aiyaka refuses his kiss, the dragon nods slightly. Having an innate imperviousness to subtleness of speech, he stolidly replies:<span style="color: #BF0000">"AS THOU SAYEST, THY LADYSHIP. MY APOLOGIES FOR THIS DARINGNESS OF MINE."</span>.<br/>When he notices the gift, he can't completely hide his surprise - the Scaly Blossom is an extremely rare flower and sages know well how much dragons appreciate its ferrous scent. After contemplating it for a little while, he murmurs*<span style="color: #FF0000">"A most gracious gift."</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">*As for whispers, Vormitraax's murmurings are quite deafproof.</span><br/><br/>When Bella joins the table, Vormitraax readily rises up, and responds to her curtsy with a bow, taking her little hand in his claws and bending to kiss it.<span style="color: #BF0000">"A PLEASURE OF MINE TO MAKE THINE ACQUAINTANCE, O LADY BELLA. I THANK THEE FOR THOU MOST KIND REMARKS. DOUBTEST NOT: I WILL DEVOTELY SERVE THINE SELFLESS AND NOBLE CAUSE."</span><br/>(It is hard to discern wheter Vormitraax is either oblivious or just indifferent about the actual nature of the "mission" and his companions' intents; anyway, it makes very little difference).<br/><br/>As the group goes on speaking of business and teasing each others, he remains quiet and detached for most of the time. Only after a while he silently raises one clawed hand (or at least tries to, as much as the height of the ceiling allows), as to ask the permission to speak.<br/>(If and when someone gives him permission:<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><br/>"WILL THERE BE SMITING OF THE UNRULY?"</span></div></div></div>)