Wordlessly, Leon backed up and out of the kitchen his drake had so ungracefully wandered about. He glared at Arthur (who was looking around from his perched position with cat-like interest, none-the-wiser to his master's displeasure) before his eyes lit up with a gleeful realisation. This Verity had spirit, but her role, in her own words, was to: 'look after our tenacious and very troublesome master.'

He could just fire her, and everything would go back to normal. With a grin and a little scratch to the tiny dragon's chin, Leon made his way back to his little corner of the estate. Maids and other servants, normally only cowed enough to avoid his gaze, gave him a wider berth throughout the hallways of the mansion. Leon glanced towards the ever-ignorant Arthur, who just looked towards his master for a moment and chirped. He chirped back, and allowed himself a little grin. He should bring out Arthur more.

Kaz was still sleeping when he came back. Plucking the dragon off his shoulder, Leon placed the little beast in its cage and gently clanked the door shut. Arthur sniffed the ground of the cage for a moment, and contented himself to stare placidly at a bowl of water. Leon had insisted that the cage Arthur was housed in be brought back, despite its size and the cost of transportation. However, familiar environments allowed the adorable little monster to calm down.

He would accompany the beast, but Leon had to go back to making the next pistol. That, at least, was a little better than the tiresome affairs of nobles.