[He breathes out, smile growing until it makes his eyes turn into yellow-orange slits.]

Ah, the red dragonflight are such fools-- letting other flights into their sanctums without a care. It was quite dangerous, on your part. Are you seeking some sort of reward?

[He steps closer, reaching out and taking the Master's arm with an iron grip. It doesn't hurt, but he is very intense-- like a cat ready to spring, all his nerves and muscles wound around this single moment.]

I'd like you to tell me everything about what you saw. In fact, I insist. I know a wonderful place to sit down and chat, and perhaps even eat something. [Or someone.] Come, champion. Be my guest.