Belial sat when prompted, slicking back their damp hair and taking an apple from the table before leaning back in their chair and crossing their legs, naturally adopting their more spoiled, aloof nature out of habit. Taking a solid bite with their sharp fangs, the tiefling waited to eat properly until the dragon would be finished with her presentation.<br/><br/>It was hard for Belial to keep from sputtering.<br/>“With, due respect, my queen” Belial began with a nervous smile “would it not be likely that the other artifacts are amongst other dragons? Begging your pardon, your grace, but are you to have me steal from other dragons?” Belial would’ve assumed her lesson was learned on that matter.