"Had a cosmetics change, have we?" 

Jin-Wei wasn't particularly attune to differences, but this was unmistakable. He had come in like a walking icicle and now he resembled something more of a fire-seed, but that did not worry or upset a Dragon. After all, they could squish 60-foot long reptiles into the benign bodies of humanoids. "You know what I hate, though?" Consider one sandled foot to be shot forward, and with any luck, the only thing that would stop the door from closing on him. "Bad move." A finger wiggled in the air in faux scolding. No one shut the door on him. No one. "I hate liars, and you've got to be the worst one yet." The harsh constrict of spiked pupils tightened ever so slightly at the word. Something truly was his frustration when it came to the so called Prince of Fae's. 

"You're not happy to see me, you didn't enjoy the ink across your door. Stop nodding and thanking everyone like a little suck up." Pissed him off, so it did. The goody-goody types, the yes Sir, no Sir, three-bags-full Sir types, enough so that his fists clenched angrily enough. "You're fake." His foot slid away from the doorway, forcing himself to turn back to their royal guest. He had made a silent oath to himself, he would test this thing's resolve. Bring out something more vague of a personality, and he knew just how to get that ball rolling. It was his speciality. "Sure. I'll send fish for your pet." A hollow smirk was aimed down the hallway at that. Poor Fae, thinking to ask such things of him. As if he were the serf, not a Prince himself. "Get something on for dinner. That's why I'm here-- it's on the table."

Knowing their Draconic Prince, he likely stalled until it was getting cold, too.

"Try dressing in something like, I don't know, clothes? Wouldn't want you apologising mildly all the way through dinner, you might spoil my appetite." 

His presence had left, thankfully, and that left a snarling mer-creature to finally lower the proverbial hackles. He knew of that Prince, cruel beast that it was. "What a nassty thing he iss..." It would seem the comments he himself hadd earned on arrival to this palace were not ment for he alone. The Prince Jin-Wei did not hold his tongue for anyone's feelings or regard, he was brutal to anything that he didn't care for-- and that was becoming an extensive list, or so it appeared. "Are you alright, Prince Amanti...?" He couldn't shorten it to simply Amanti. Prince seemed to be... important. An important title for important people, he just didn't fully understand what the word ment. If only this tank had a little more room in it, he could have leapt out and split his tail until it formed legs. He had done so many a day before, but legs felt like one of those 'lifetime to master' things. It would seem, once again, he intended to climb over the glass, precariously, it didn't have to be said.

He had an idea, after all, and it involved getting out of this puddle of a tank.

"Will you leave thiss place ssoon? You don't need to sstay in ssuch bad company, do you?" The fact that the tank wobbled saw him slink back into the depths. He would figure this out, he WOULD get out and perhaps offer this kinder, gentler Prince better conversation than being a buddy-in-a-box. He had been gifted to this Prince-- did that not make him similar to the servants that those reptilian eye'd tyrants pushed around? Then, in that case... yes, yes he simply had to get out of this tank. Something to work on, before he came face to face with the horrors of his dinner. Fish and seaweed excited him-- not when it came from that brown haired child.

"Hm... I ssupposse you besst prepare for your meal with him. You will.. you will come back, won't you? How long will you be with them?"