He rolled his eyes at his 'daughter' before swatting her behind. "Less snark, oh 'young' one. Your impertinence has earned you swats before, and I see no reason to change that now."<br/><br/>He looked about the room he found himself in, and would have sighed in vexation if he had any control over his 'body.' He was getting damned tired of getting yanked places in his sleep. But he was already analyzing the situation. Something was EXTREMELY wrong for these four to be in the same room without someone trying to kill another, let alone be in an actual truce. Clearly, he was what had been pulled to this world to fix it, though he wished they would give his dragons a bit more guidance on what they needed him to do, if only to keep him from pestering them to annoyance about it.<br/><br/>He suddenly guessed the topic, and rolled his eyes, or would have if he could. He was being asked to declare one of them his 'primary' though he would be damned hard to pick any over the rest. They were all equally annoying in their own unique ways. He frowned, also intuiting that while this was costing them power, it was likely fairly minor, and they could easily keep him here until he made a choice. "So, you want me to pick a primary. That implies something has changed, or there was a shift somewhere, and this plan has been stepped up from when you were being patient. May I inquire why, or do I get to simply pick?"