[Oh, this one will certainly be fun, won't it? It takes everything he has to hide his smile-a smile that would have, given his mouth, gone literally ear to ear if he wasn't careful.] You arrived here from the shoreline, that's what I mean. Here, in Ryslig.

Better be careful who you question the species of though, [he chuckles darkly,] You might turn into one yourself...~ [Imagine that Draco-a you, without legs.

Or teeth, for that matter. The smirk on the naga's face persists as he looks the other over, adjusting his glasses with one claw.] But don't mind me-I'm sure you think everything I say right now is nothing to you~

[Something about receiving such a well spoken 'what the hell' does that.]