His snout turns up slightly at the codfish insult and replies simply, his deep voice full of the same level of contempt. [color=6ecff6]"I have been away from this place for three hundred years, hatchling. But I have returned. I hope you enjoyed your time here but now you must leave."[/color] His mouth clamps shut for a moment, cutting off the smoke as he does so. He raises his body off the ground, opening himself up somewhat. But he's watching just as keenly as ever. He detects the smell but pays no mind to it just yet. [color=6ecff6]"This is your last chance."[/color] His maw opens slightly again, allowing the flow of smoke to continue. He doesn't growl or put on any more of a show than he needs to. If this dragoness makes one more move out of line she is going to face a swift yet agonizing demise.

In the back of his mind he was hoping that this would somehow be the dragon that attacked him all those years ago. But it's foolish to expect to encounter them so soon. Especially living in the bottom of this lake. This dragon looks like she has spent far too much time underwater to be moving around the area at all. Not to mention... This lake hasn't always been here. Or at least, not to this scale. Regardless, a trespasser is a trespasser.