When the dragon seemed to finally calm down and stop attempting to dig through her own neck, the sorceress was a little relieved.  It seemed like the creature was finally ready to talk.

The beast spit on one of her shoes instead.

The mage had expected angry or frustrated responses and unconsciously prepared for them before the battle.  The teenager had also prepared herself to act in the case that the dragon didn't understand her position and spoke disrespectfully or before asking.  They weren't scripted dialogues, but as someone who would work for over a week to sabotage the dragon's lair the red haired girl wasn't exactly one opposed to planning.

Defiant blue eyes stared up towards her own, the reptile filled with what appeared to be anger and disobedience and completely lacked the fear or awe she had been expecting.  

Apparently, this was one of those many variables the talented one didn't account for.  The fact the dragon was acting so [i]off cue[/i] angered her more than the disrespect of the notion.  The mage resisted the urge to yell at the beast, but the pent up rage made her shake with energy.  The witch took her hand off the dragon's chin then pointed at the spot on her shoe.

[color=salmon]"Lick it up."[/color] More mana than the teenager intended went into the command in an attempt to force the beast's obedience.  If the mage truly thought about her new familiar as a companion, she would have questioned the morality of forcing one to bend to her will and follow her orders.  But this was a disobedient thing that needed to learn it's place in the world.