Belial flinches but does their best to remain still as the tongue flicked out and surrounded Belial's hands for a brief moment, holding their breath to keep their disgust at the saliva and phlegm on their fingers to themselves. There was a fleeting thought of how they'd have to throw away these gloves as the viscous substance soaked through the soft thin leather and Belial could feel their hands begin to numb. If her brain wasn't so clouded by fear and adrenaline, they might've considered just what such a long tongue would even be good for.<br/><br/>Belial blinks as the dragon seems to simply eat it, though they suppose better it than her. Although, with creeping unease, she considers if it was a reflection of what's about to happen to them.<br/><br/>The hairs on the nape of Belial's neck rose as Verzanth approached her, beads of sweat forming as the dragon prowled towards them. Belial's thoughts were obliterated just from the sheer size of Verzanth, towering and indomitable over Belial. She doesn't know how something could be so<em>big</em>. It's all Belial could think;<em>big big big big <strong>big</strong>.</em><br/>"I-It is you that flatters me, g-great dragon, you are most kind" Belial stumbles as they're encircled, trying desperately to not compare the situation to a snake constricting it's prey. They can hardly breathe with Verzanth's intense presence bearing down on them so near.<br/><br/>Before Belial could question about the bargain, the dragon began to transform, experiencing yet another display of the dragon's power. Shocked into bewildered silence, they watch with wide eyes as the great and terrible dragon shifts down to an immense elven woman.<br/><br/>Verzanth stood like a goddess before her, and Belial's awe and surprise could not be disguised as they stared, mouth agape at the stunning woman before her, neck craned to look up at her face. The commanding power still radiated from the shapeshifted dragon, and for once, Belial has been left speechless, and obviously so.<br/>"Verzanth," Belial's voice is breathless when they find their words once more, mouth dry, eyes transfixed on the captivating woman before her. "t-the Green, Queen of the Wild" Belial swallows, still struggling to regain their composure "it is an honor to meet you; I am Belial Dantalion. H, How can I be of service?"<br/><br/>Belial's breath catches as Verzanth's hand came close, allowing the touch and shivering as her nail makes contact, swept away with the fear, wonder, and allure the dragon causes, knees weakening from the sensation.