He gave the sphinxes a rather exaggerated smile after the first complaint, before asking if they would mind giving him some weapon lessons. He had been trained in ranged, and what little he knew about close combat wasn't really suited for going against a trained fighter, so he needed to get sharp. What he did was keep them working for hours with him, until they literally couldn't hold their weapons from exhaustion any more.<br/><br/>Once the gun was enchanted, he thanked the mages and smiths for their weapon, and accepted the holster for it, easily slipping it into place on his right hip, before making a couple test draws with it. Once back at his room, however, he cut the bottom off the holster, just for the end of the barrel to peek out, before reattaching it so that he could rotate it up, still in the holster, and fire from the hip rather than have to pull it out to target something. A party trick that he had learned from the army, and one that many of the soldiers had claimed had saved lives when they were off base. Even if he missed, it would still make the opponent flinch and hesitate, giving him time to get the weapon out for a proper shot.<br/><br/>Finally done with the dwarves, he led the menagerie back to the Court, to report the success of the second mission, and show off the white dragon's head. He was eager to get it properly mounted, and a room grown just for the trophies.