Devaguea 'politely' informed them that he was both present and listening by deliberately reaching out and quite calmly placing his claws right on the tails of the two closest kobolds. He didn't say anything, but as his claws dug in just slightly, he was fairly certain the kobolds got the message. At least, the two closest to him. The two furthest got a glare, and a good view of the flame at the back of his throat. "And I so hoped we could be friends. Or at least friendly."