The dragon snarled as the gloves were tugged out from beneath him, making him tumble back. It huffed at Ira before flying back to Ally, its talons sinking into her shoulders. She could feel the tension in it, the displeasure at the man's dismissal of him. She murmured wordlessly, a soothing, low sound before turning her gaze back to Ira.<br/><br/>"It eats when it feels like it. It sleeps and it lays down." She answered simply. "To him, that is its reality. It does what it wishes, when it wishes. It has a freedom that few of us understands." She looked wistful for a moment before grinning at him again. "Though I don't think it has taken much of a liking to you."