Devaguea stared at the ashes that had been their opponent, before face palming hard enough to echo. "Can I one up the paladin for longer than a minute? PLEASE?"<br/><br/>Then the demigod reformed, and Devaguea was back to serious like his antics hadn't happened.<br/><br/>The dragon king stared at the damaged demigod, his eyes flicking to the crown, now with only a tiny scratch across the main point of the headgear, the only physical sign of the struggle that had pushed the party so close to the edge of defeat.<br/><br/>And then he smiled, and a splash of red washed down his spine. "That sounds wonderful. A fairy tale for the ages. Truly tempting, the sort of sort of thing that could break the resolve of those who were most stalwart."<br/><br/>The smile got bigger and more vicious, and the splash of red expand to cover his face and wings. "But I have a tendency to ask for the opinions of others before taking action. Lady Nyrissa? What are your thoughts on this deal?"<br/><br/>The gold dragon turned to the beautiful nymph,<strong>very</strong>eager to hear her thoughts on the choice. And setting her up for her part of the final steps of the plan.