<div class="floatright">(http://www.juliesmarinasunriseblog.com/images/2007/04/29/imgp3822.jpg)</div><strong>The dwarf but mumbled at Azrael</strong>, keeping a sharp and somewhat angry eye on the drake over the roast, blatantly ignoring courtesy the Angel had portrayed.<br/>" 'fyar wid 'im, yah bettar knowwa' gud far yah, laddy. Yah bettar no' beh aidin' 'im in eatin' dah lat sheep." he boomed, then wobbled off, swatting a, even smaller, help with a spoon to attempt making him work harder at what ever the help was stirring in a big pot.<br/><br/>Xar, still at the roast, smiled a wry smile at the actions of the dwarf before resuming to nibble contently on the strip of meat he had stolen right off of the roast.<br/>"The common room isn't very comfortable in my dragonform, Lord Azrael." he said with a small smirk then walked back to the Angel and offered him half of the strip. "Take it. I hunt all the game and I have good taste.." He winked at Azrael, before adding "Though I prefer bigger game to hunt.."<br/><br/>One elegant finger after the other was licked, then suckled. If the drake hadn't seemed a bit distant while doing this, it could have almost been seen as suggestive.<br/>Stretching after done, his black leather crisply serenading his movements, Xar grinned, then murmured "Eight hundred years is a blink of an eye.." at the Angel and placed his hands on his hips, tilting his head as to await words against his statement.<br/><br/><br/>