As he expected, Gaulirax was not greeted with warm offerings of approval at his accomplishments, instead he was met with as he expected, distaste, and a passive aggressive response to all that he has done for her. A anger washed over him as his Mistress reprimanded the girl in such a disgusting manner. His head tilting slightly up to watch the scantily clad woman barely hang on, some smoke beginning to rise from his nostrils. When the dwarf spoke Gaulirax listened in confusion, but soon came to understand what words were likely passing to the Mistress. His eyes going back to the large dragoness and narrowing slightly. 

Listening intently Gaulirax frowned inwardly at the presumption that his success was not due in part to his own skills and simply that Rathrid had trained him well. He could feel a growl beginning to rise from his chest, but he quickly shoved it aside knowing that nothing good could come from a angry outburst of that nature. His eyes caught onto the girl’s and he focused on them for a moment his chest expanding as he took in a deep breath, seeing the sorrow deep in those beautiful orbs that seemed to turn to him whenever it was possible. He wasn’t sure why, but he wished he could take her away from this place and keep her safe from the oppression of the dragons that ruled over Pyresia, for all the fact that he was half a dragon he hated that half of himself raging inwardly against the draconic heritage, rather he had never been born at all than being born from the loins of such despicable, and haughty beasts. 

With easy he stood, his muscles bulging and pressing against his scales as he fought against the urge to take one of the guard’s weapons and shove it into his Mistress’ throat, to end her life, even if it meant losing his own, but he couldn’t do that. No it would mean and end to the lives of any slaves under the ownership of his Mistress and it was not his place to sacrifice their lives along with his simply to exact his revenge. She spoke of his proweess in the arena and he lowered his head slightly staring at the floor as she spoke of him being profitable, and if there was one thing that would make it almost impossible for him to escape his servitude, it would be being valuable. 

His head lifted and he stared her in the eyes, something he had never done before, his hands clenching at his sides, his mouth opening to speak, also something he had never done except to obey her commands. There was a fire deep in his heart that was growing with every second he watched her, he knew that he could not serve under her forever, but he would be damned if he would die in the arena for her gain, and never see the world. “I appreciate that you put so much faith in my abilities Mistress, but you will not have to worry about gaining from my blood on the arena sands, as I will never die in the arena. I will be free one day, I will be outside of this mountain… I will make my own destiny.” He didn’t stop staring his eyes looking straight into his Mistress’ knowing that he likely had taken his words too far, but he didn’t regret a one.