She seems unimpressed by the mention of the dragontaurs, but the mention of how the Twilight Dragon is made makes her perk up... and he can see the fury in her eyes. No doubt, she suspects he's making fun of her, again. "This meeting is over," she snaps, and vanishes in a cloud of foul-smelling, black smoke. Dispater only shakes his head, and returns the bow to Draiss. "Quite interesting information, all around. I feel as if I owe you something, after all of that," he says, with a slight laugh.