Water still oozing out, seemingly from his drenched skin itself, the anthropomorphic lizard approaches you with small, awkward steps that gradually stabilize as the transformation continues, until its thick legs are over two feet long, and only slightly more bent than a human. Once he is nearly within grasping distance he takes a turn, walking around you in a wide angle that forces you to turn awkwardly if you wish to keep your eyes on him.<br/>“Maybe,” he shrugs aside your explanation, “But I trust my pet more than I trust you. And why should I risk it?” he demands, eyes lingering on the golden chain, and the area of exposed flesh around the metal links. “The chain will not get in the way of what I have planed,” he snaps his heavy jaw shut with enough force for a dull thud to echo through the caverns. He tires of walking the circle at the quarter way mark and once again turns, this time making straight for you.