The dragon considered the small suppliant for a moment, it's great golden eyes narrowing as it considered the offering placed before her. She seemed to look through the item, as if analyzing it with skills beyond the mundane, assessing it on some deeper, cosmic level. There was the slight suggestion of a his as her tongue flicked out, long and unexpectedly serpent like. The narrow appendage engulfed the tiefling's hands, smearing them with a fine layer of phlegm that seemed to have a numbing effect on contact. The tongue swiped out dexterously, picking up the gem, and then scooping it back into the dragon's waiting maw, consuming it whole.<br/><br/>The eyes never wavered from the tiefling during this incident, remaining curious but calculating throughout the ordeal. When she spoke once more, she addressed the item she had consumed mildly, as if amused by the story Belial had spun of it's history. It was not clear from her tone whether she believed the tiefling or not. What was clear, was the the story they had presented held at least some mild amusement.<br/><br/>"Little Morsel, you spin gold with your tongue, and I treasure those more than the tiny bauble you have brought me. I have been too long without company, and these woods are lonely to my kind. If you wish me to spare your life, then do me the honor of dispensing with your honeyed flattering and presenting something of real value to my ear,"<br/><br/>The dragon moved then, shifting herself forward and away from the cover of the wall, stalking forward with a predatory strength as she began to encircle her captured prey, stalking around them, and then laying herself with great comfort around their much smaller frame. She was as massive as a ship, dwarfing Belial in every possible way, but the great glimmering eyes narrowed to focus entirely upon them.<br/><br/>"You are not as your friends, my tiny morsel. I sense potential in you, which I did not see among your brethren. They were food. You...you have a silver tongue, a useful skill in trying times such as these. They tried to fight me...you try to bargain. I love bargains...they offer so much...potential."<br/><br/>The last word came with a low hiss, as serpentine as her tongue. The dragon regarded the tiefling, and as it did, a glimmer appear in her eye, a  flash of something magical took place. Around Belial, the energy spread out, covering the great draconic form, and shrinking with it as it reshaped.<br/><br/>The form grew far far smaller, rising up on it's hind form as draconic scales were replaced with pale elvish skins. The great fan of of the headcrest transformed into a masculine looking comb of hair that sat upon her otherwise bare scalp, tracing back into thick braids of a bright verdant green which trailed down her spine. Her body turned from a scaled reptilian hide, to a buxom and voluptuous frame, which towered above the smaller tiefling at nearly seven feet tall. She was clothed now in a stylish and revealing white toga, with green accents, and the occasional gold bauble, the first among these her ring, still prominent upon the same finger. The dress hugged her frame, showing off both her full buttocks, and impressive bust. Her feet were bare, save for small golden sandals that ended in stylish points.<br/><br/>She moved with the same feline grace though, walking around the tiefling once more, smiling with lips framed in dark green, her eyes still the same golden shade. She paused before them, opening her mouth and extracting the gem, holding it loosely in one hand as she admired it briefly in the light of the cavern, before she turned her eyes to her prey once more, smiling cruelly.<br/><br/>"You may call me Versanth the Green, Poisoner of Hearts, Defiler of Nature, Queen of the Wild. Those are just a few of my titles, but you seem a bright morsel. If you live, you might learn them all."<br/><br/>The other hand, still bearing the ring, reached out to stroke the tiefling's cheek, attempting to run a finely manicured green nail upon their flesh.