The Blood Dragon couldn't help but chuckle at her explanation, nodding as he tried to catch his breath. 
"Hahaha, 'Tis a thing aye? A fine line lies between stupidity and bravery. Picking the wretched thing up was both, assuredly the tales told of me rang through your mind as you did. That said..placing the blade back down? Few possess such heart, even fewer would do so in front of [i] me [/i].. Many years ago in days long passed, Women were never allowed to fight in the fields of battle. They usually were left to clear out the fallen and help care for the wounded." Looking over his new owner, Gore just smiled. "Had you been on the battlefields centuries ago and shown the courage to set your weapon down, others would have followed and found less than bloodshed and perhaps more of an understanding that my kin and I are far from animals..Aye we're savage and violent, though we still think and hold our own beliefs over all as -you- do."
The second she had spoken of him actually laughing at her, made Gore grin. He fought it as hard as he could and it was obvious sense he moved his hand to his mouth, but he nodded as well, sighing.

"Aye, 'twas laughter you had, little one..The way your hand had grasped upon the blade was wrong, even if the wretched sword was alive..Looking at you, the blades upon you seem to be more fitting. -That- weapon though..if you had used it in such a way then more likely than not you would have forced it out of your grip and possibly ended up smacking your face into my scales..Nay would you be the first human to do that.."
Looking down at his claws, the ancient Dragon thought back to all the people he killed and actually wondered whether or not one of them setting their weapons down would have made a difference. The truth was? There was a reason why he was known as Gore, The Blood Dragon. Furious...That's all Gore was back then. He wanted to decimate every last damned pest in the realm and consume the ash they left behind. Those who were lucky to live? He wanted to make -them- slaves. Forcing them to live the life they had made his brothers and sisters take in stride.

Hearing Rosalie bring up the camera made him snap right out of the thought he was having. 
"..Remains to be seen, Aye I am here now..but perhaps the flames within me burn too brightly. What if it takes more of those things you call pictures and it consumes me from within. -Then- I would be an animal. That device could very well be the workings of whatever creature created the dark magic that those two had used against me weeks ago.."
With that, he moved to lean his back against a tree, watching her. The Dragon was clearly trying to get comfortable in this form and seeing as how he hadn't used it in some time? It must be driving him nuts. Gore tried hiding it though.
"Different I am not..Nay do I hold such few years in my life, but you see your memories as portions of your existence in the realm. I see my memories in much the same way..There are just more of them. I forget them..I forget faces and names just as any human could. I remember that in which holds importance but..I forget others. I remember my first master yet I do not remember the second..I also remember of this time when a 'legendary' knight had come for me, claiming to have done battle with me prior. I could not recall his face at all. When he told me his name and found me to be ignorant, he started to yell and exclaim who he was repeatedly..Humans are such strange creatures..It was as if he expected to live passed engaging me in the way he had planned.."

"Fleeting.." Looking down at his claws, the Blood Dragon extended his hands to stare at how sharp they were.
"..When I was nameless, a youngling mind you..Perhaps the size of a hound..I wish I could recall the look upon my elders faces..my father and mother. If this camera works as you claim, then nay. You are wrong to assume that my memories lack such fleeting notions. Had that wretched device been amongst the realm so very long ago, I would have insisted on taking such a thing as a picture. I can imagine my father would look displeased and my mother look confused but that is of no importance.."
It seemed that the Blood Dragon was slowly accepting the idea of a Camera as well as him using it. The look he had on his face as he talked was one of nostalgia and sadness. Sadness that he would never see his family again or see a life long passed.

Looking up, Gore actually stared at the girl who said what -she- did. Rosalie, his mistress actually supported him? To care that he was pelted alone was unlike any human would have done but beside that, she disagreed with the punishment?
"..Humans are insects..They care little for what a Dragon feels, after all we are mere cattle to them. Less then, even..They took pleasure in pelting me as they take pleasure in what they do to my brothers and sisters now..but.." With a genuine look of confusion, he smiled at her. "..You hold my deepest thanks, mistress..Nay would your ancestors have thought that. Had I held one such as you to be my owner many moons ago? I hold true belief that my view upon your kind would not be as..low, as it is. You..are quite kind. Though I had known this since you pulled out the damned arrows those archers shot into me.." Letting out a mumble, it was obvious that Gore was slowly becoming more and more tired. Who knows how well he slept the night prior outside the hotel, let alone the last time he slept before that.
"Nay! I would nay allow that to happen. If you are to trip, I will be there to catch you and make sure you are well..Hah, aye though..he was."

The ancient Dragon never noticed how his owner was taking his compliments but one thing he did notice was how she reacted to the way he spoke.
"The way I speak my words..Is it as strange as your expression says it is? Over the centuries, I have changed the way I have spoken several times because your kind nay longer could understand 'Thou' or 'Thee'. The last to speak to me, or rather..taught me to speak? Spoke as this. Aye it may be different than what you are used to but..The way I hold words is something I nay wish to change..The lads you brought to me seem to enjoy it..Does it bother -you- though mistress?" If that was the case, he'd do everything he could to change it.
Looking at her with a smirk, he flashed a fang at her.
"I will be here for the rest of your days mistress..hopefully one day, despite the fact that you are a human..you and I shall trust one another completely. After all, The words I speak are what I truly believe and will always attempt to keep the promises I make-"

Looking up at the two brothers who carried the items in their hands, he immediately recoiled somewhat at the sight of the glasses Rosalie held out for him. Staring at them for a moment, he reached over to grab them, placing them on his eyes before immediately taking them off, letting out a reptilian growl. Despite the humanoid form he had, it was obvious that was a Dragon. Rubbing his eyes, he immediately spoke out.
"The wretched item has blinded me!" He spoke out in an over exaggerated tone, rubbing his eyes viciously. With a shake of his head, he moved to grab the trench coat the man offered, pulling it over himself before grabbing the cloak, staring at the humans for a moment. Did they really intend to make him wear this like -they- wanted?
Pulling the cloak over his head, he moved it over his horns before wrapping the cloak around his neck before having it come down his back which gave a type of ranger look. The cloak helped hide his face and horns as well as fit the coat. With his already darker clothes, it looked like he could actually pass for a strong bred human.

"..Well..what are your thoughts?" He asked, looking at the group..