He knew she was exaggerating, and not merely slightly, reminding her of how exhausted she had been after being double teamed by a pair of his avatars. He then gave her a delighted hug, enjoying the return of the conversations they had used to have before that damn fortress. He then gave her an image of what he would do to a 'defenseless' wyrmling if he was an evil tyrant, the image one of the wyrmling rather soundly trussed up in bondage gear, wearing a gag, a face mask that prevented her from seeing, hearing, or using blind sense, her legs tied so that she could not resist whatever deviant things he thought up for her, her tail tied to her neck by way of an elaborate and somewhat uncomfortable collar contraption, and her wings bound together and extended. HE then lay back against her, and sighed in pleasure, enjoying the quite moment, though the cynic part of him was idly counting the seconds until the next disaster demanded his immediate attention and presence.