He let them laugh at him, he was getting better at insulting them in their own way, and knew who was worth his time, who wasn't, and treated them accordingly. That he already knew how to kill the most annoying ones, and they were living at his sufferance, had absolutely 'nothing' to do with his smugness back to the worst detractors.<br/><br/>The next day, nothing significant other than lots of needy women happening over the night, he dressed in his armor, grabbed the new gloves and slipped them onto his belt, and sent that he was ready to start to the meeting spot with Amelia to hand her over to Frost. He was openly curious as to which dragon was going with him, actually giving odds that Aurelia would if only to throw him through a few trees. And maybe a mountain.