[His smile doesn't budge, though it does grow a little at the edges. He meets every point of the Master's wolfish expression with a sharp-toothed grin of his own. And his fangs are much, much sharper-- to say nothing of the claws he's hiding beneath the wispy sleeves of his robe.]

How on earth did you get an audience with the Dragonqueen? One might even accuse you of treason. That would be so unfortunate. You might want to keep your voice down, I think...