<em>The speaker sounds amused.<br/><br/>"Well, given that I am of mortal heritage, I could well be inclined to do so after such an impetuous remark... But I think that I shall."<br/><br/>The figure moves gracefully, with the ease and power of a tiger on the prowl. His crimson scales, the color of a burning sunset, cover his entire body, which, as it happens, appears to be a few inches shy of Morrigan's actual height. Lithe and muscular, the contact appears to be a half dragon, with slightly messy, thick black hair, a strong jaw, and a bearing of power that needs not be trumpeted to be known. The vertically slit black-and-gold eyes that he gazes over her form appreciatively with amusement sparkling in his eyes. He wears a pair of leather breeches made from the hide of a black dragon, and his boots and cloak seem to be made of the finest shadow silk. However, his chest is bare beneath the light, swirling material, as are most of his arms. His smile reveals the smallest fangs.<br/><br/>He bows once, formally, a mark, at least, of respect, before assuming a seat.<br/><br/>"I've already had a drink, though my thanks for the offer. As for what you can do... I've heard you're interested in certain... unorthodox business ventures that could be of an exciting quality?"</em>