Devaguea was the second through, mostly because his spells would help, so was moving toward the voice when it spoke. He managed to not do anything loud or leap out of his scales, instead simply whirling toward the voice, flames licking past his lips as he examined the speaker.<br/>"No, here to take in the view. Of course we are here for his lice ridden arse."<br/><br/>Not the most diplomatic of replies, but Devaguea had just been startled, and considered not setting the man on fire to be far more important than being verbally polite. He also failed to recognize the accent.