The eyes were still the same golden portals, her decreased size making them no less intimidating. Indeed the same presence seemed to to still well from her, filling the space she had once held. There was an overwhelming sense of power that seemed to flow from the amazonian elf. Despite the vast change, there could no question that this was the same entity. The change in size did not seem to have quelled her majesty she possed. If anything it seemed to have concentrated it one one singular entity.<br/><br/>The dragon smiled, showing teeth that were all too sharp and predatory, fangs that seemed a match for the tiefling's own. She nodded her head in thought at Belial's question, moving around their form speculatively, eyeing them with curiosity. There was a predatory hunger in the gaze that spoke of dark desires that went beyond m<br/><br/>"It good that you address my by my proper title, albeit awkwardly. Dantalion...the name is familiar to me, Little Morsel. A great house, in their time. As great as mortals can aspire to, in any case."<br/><br/>A chuckle accompanied the words, as if the idea of mortals aspiring to greatness seemed a ridiculous idea to her. Her eyes seemed distant for a moment though, as thoughts coalesced within her great draconic mind. She was possessed of a great and ancient intellect, and every moment of her existence was spent in pursuit of greater power for herself. She plotted even now, the ways that this small prey might benefit her.<br/><br/>"You seem cunning enough, but I am curious, to what lengths would you go to be of service to me? Would you slay others on my behalf? Bathe my scales in their blood? Mmm....The idea intrigues me. I have been alone for so long that I have forgotten the pleasures of companionship, of making others serve me..."<br/><br/>There was a longer pause after these words, a curiosity framing her features as she considered the mortal before her, as if debating the merits of this course of action. At long last she seemed to nod her head, and then gestured to the Tiefling, her words amused, almost cruel.<br/><br/>"It is tempting...but I need to see more. Disrobe, and show me the quality of the services you may provide."<br/><br/>The eyes, cold pools of purest gold, watched for the tiefling's response, curious for what Belial might do, cruelly amused at the thought. At the same time, a keen observed might notice the way that her dress began to sway at the front, the flowing fabric beginning to tent and shift from unseen force.