There was a constant air of smugness to everything Khaal did, but that came with the territory.  Every creature who lived in the darkness relied on the hierarchy of dominance that kept the strong at the top and the weak at the bottom.  Creatures like Khaal were able to move about with little trouble, especially given how he could seamlessly blend into the shadow.  Those on the bottom, however, spent their time hiding.  Khaal had no need to hide and he didn't seem to be keeping anything from Ambryn.  Not his desires, as fickle and sudden as they might be, or what he wanted her to do, be it simply to follow or to present herself to him.<br/><br/>It wouldn't be incorrect to assume that Khaal was bad at communicating with others.  It was quite clear that that was the case.  He was used to taking what he wanted and not having to deal with others.  Whether that would change in the future as he dealt more with Ambryn or not would be seen, but for now, he relied on old instincts that told him that, since he'd conquered her, he could do with her what he wished and as the griffon began to lap at the matted fur, cleaning it and circling the sheath, Khaal seemed both smug and pleased with her compliance.<br/><br/>"I'll join you in the pool as soon as you've finished, I promise."  Khaal said, as if simple company was what Ambryn had been hinting at, "I like your feathers.  Those are wings, right?"  He asked, apparently ignorant and rightly so, considering the generally wingless nature of his domain.