He stepped back as the flame came out, figuring it was 'politely' letting him know they could handle it. He stood up and walked to the other side, and pulled the second carcass around to place beside the first, and then moved back to sit with his back to a small but comfortable rock, relatively speaking. He simply waited, concentrating on his draconic heritage, his forehead slowly sprouting his sapphire scales, and his eyes shifting to the deep blue of the sea. He might not be the same color, but they were both chromatics, and he hoped that would be enough.<br/><br/>He waited until they were clearly done, before speaking in clear, unaccented draconic, something his ultimate grandmother had noted a couple times. "Greetings, my kyn. My apologies for the delay in greeting you, but you were distracted by your meal. My name is Martel De'Sotto, Dread Pirate of the shackles."