He nearly whirled on Arixia, his eyes literally glowing red and the two hidden blades extended, his demonic blood boiling and raging for something, anything to take apart. He didn't say a word, he simply glared at her as he fought his own temper, until Mirada spoke, which distracted his primal rage, which had focused completely on the succubus. He fought it back, and snapped both wrist blades back into their sheath's, though his eyes would likely be glowing for hours yet. He stared at Mirada, before simply nodding, and collecting the collar. "Fair enough. Knowing what I do about what happens to both dragons AND actual outsiders, I would be deceptive too.<br/><br/>Xendi, she works for me. I know about the... lets be honest, the ancestral hate match that exists between chromatics and metallics. However, she IS helping you, so lets all just get along, or at least avoid trying to get the others killed. It will make getting your hoard back SO much simpler."