Her wondering about how much time has passed gives him pause. His lips twitch into a snarl for a moment as she shortens his name but he lets it slip for now, focusing on the rest of what she has to say. The mention of the name Sgarsiathoryx rouses a short chuckle, but it fades at the mention of it having been two centuries since he died. The death of magic? A dragon city? His head tilts and his eyes look off to the side in contemplation. A large claw taps on the cool stone below him as he struggles to process all of this information.

He's unsure as to the nature of this half dragon's relationship with her father, but regardless he speaks his mind without hesitation. [color=6ecff6]"Sgarsiathoryx was a hideous stain. In his death I sincerely hope he is no more than a footnote on history."[/color] His voice grumbles as he reflects on the time he spent alive before he was frozen. The rest of his questions and what he has to say swim around his head and he needs to shut his eyes for a moment. He takes a deep breath and refocuses on her, piecing his thoughts together before speaking again. [color=6ecff6]"What do you mean when you say Death of Magic?"[/color] He feels compelled to also accuse her of taking advantage of his state to lie to him about the passing of time and an organized dragon city, but he settles with this single question for now.