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She respected his personal space, which was enough to keep him from being agitated for the time being. His tail didn't wag and his ears hardly moved from the erect position they currently held -- he didn't even fidget on his feet, standing eerily still as she responded easily enough to his acknowledgement of her.

Balthazar never paid much attention to words (perhaps too vain to care for anyone's voice but his own), but he did study her; appreciating her long legs, as he preferred his women with stature, and her pale eyes the color of a frozen, foamy sea. "Nope," he answered, the huff in his voice gone and replaced with a blatant carelessness as he realized she might just be a recruiter. Females often were.

"You call your lot the Dragonwatchers?" he asked, unable (or unwilling) to hide the condescension in his tone. A smirk crossed his muzzle, as he cared little that his teasing was coming off less playful and more cruel. Perhaps it was his deep, gravelly voice that seemed so humorless that made it so. "Tell me, have you seen any dragons lately?" He chuckled, honestly or patronizing, it was difficult to tell.