His head arcs to the side to look at her as she speaks. A whole new world indeed. He extends a claw out and observes the light shining off of his scales as he thinks to himself. A city of dragons... Definitely somewhere he should avoid, especially with her mentioning of there being an alliance with Dwarves. Dwarves! A race not worth trusting at all, by Genrit's standards. Let alone worth trusting enough to live alongside. He lowers his claw and his eyes slowly analyze her, taking a better look at the creature who saved him from oblivion. Sgarsiathoryx's daughter, huh? He can see the resemblance. Though for her sake he hopes she's not nearly as unsavory.

There is something he needs to mention now, however.

[color=6ecff6]"When were you planning to ask if I'll allow you to take my gold?"[/color] His tone is more stern, challenging. Internally he admits that she deserves it, given her actions. But he needs to get back to how he was, and challenging her on this is a good way to start. He plans on allowing her to keep the gold if she argues in some way, but he will not reward submissiveness in any way. She may only be half dragon, but she must still have some backbone.