"I understand. His given word is sacred, after all," he replies, succumbing to a soft and tipsy smile. A fuzzy, numbing warmth fills him down to his fingers and toes, helps to shield him from feeling any bit disappointed about the tentative rejection. There's still hope, after all, and he's right on his way to sealing the deal with another Witch. He's not in a bad position, really. His elbows rest on the table; his pale chin over his charcoal-colored hands, and with a slight cock of his head, adds, "But anything can happen. Should he be inclined to take yet another 'shrewd dragon' to his side, he'll know which one will be awaiting his hand in Bondage." His smile turns wry.

This little lightweight has really loosened up quite a bit.