He stared at the portal after it closed, his mouth moving slightly as his five personalities worked about fifty different trains of thought each, before he leaned back and shook his head. "And I can only wonder what would happen if you and Bahamut got together, willingly and with both of you intact. A rather... intriguing thought, don't you agree? You might end up with a race of quasi-divines."<br/><br/>He figured that the small half blue in his lair was now of vital importance, and that she wouldn't be leaving the lair any time soon. At least not without a small task force of death squaders to ensure she wasn't captured. The twilights were important, but a 'perfect' or perhaps the word should be 'true' combination would be practically divine. He leaned back, before looking straight at Tiamat. "An interesting thought. Though you will have a hard time making twilights, I suspect, with your breeding chambers. Though the neutrals you picked up will make some. However, I am indebted to you for your gift, and with this information, I feel I can offer you one of the four I had planned to eventually give you. May I bring it in?"<br/><br/>He tilted his head to the side, and grinned as a portal opened and closed, with nothing appearing to come through it. After a moment, he sighed in frustration, before shrugging at her. "You will have to forgive it, it does enjoy its little games."<br/><br/>The last word was punctuated by Draiss suddenly stepping forward a step, as something slammed into the floor beyond where he had been standing. The slug buried almost penetrated to the next floor, but Draiss was turning, ignoring the slug that had nearly blasted his head open, and caught a glowing blade with one hand, ripping the holding hand off the arm as the line warrior faded into view, before slugging it in the 'head' as hard as he could. "This is Snass, the absolute best long ranged assassin I have. However, it does enjoy trying to nab the biggest fish when bored, but I am sure you could find a use for it until it gets killed."<br/><br/>The unit quietly picked itself up from the wall, and caught the detached hand, holding it to the stump as a a gleaming metal liquid, almost like liquid mercury, flowed out of a small bulge on its shoulder, down to the break. A moment later, the hand was reattached, and the line warrior was checking to ensure it had full mobility with it. "If you get sloppy, death is the least you deserve."