He nodded, before shrugging. "Well, if she takes a while to consider the information, she can send that green dragoness I sent back to get in touch with me.<br/><br/>Oh, one more thing, and make sure she gets this verbatim. 'I have the new dragon breed under my care. If she attempts to capture any of them, or if I find proof that she is even plotting it, I will declare open war upon her and hers. I will abandon my idea of a plane for dragons and wipe out the chromatics that follow her, and replace her with myself. She should have heard about my attack in the Abyss. Consider what that imp did to earn that, before deciding what to do. In time I will invite her to see all twenty six of the new breed, but it will not be before they are very young at least.'<br/><br/>Is that clear enough, or should I keep going?"<br/><br/>He had his usual smile on his face, but it didn't touch his eyes. Instead, his eyes seemed dead, like her own when Tiamat's own had been when he had insulted her at the party. All malice and venom, and no offer of mercy or parlaying. As soon as he was sure the aspect understood that he was beyond completely serious, the venom and malice were gone, and his good humor had returned as if it had never left.