It's Vlast's turn to look away with a huffy little exhale.

He's not really sure why that expression on Benedict's face has him so flustered. He is Vlast! The first scion of Glaust! The grandchild of Kralkatorrik! He was in line to inherit the role of an Elder Dragon! Nothing should make him feel flustered like some sort of giddy little hatchling! He's beyond such things!

"Have it your way. If she bites you, you can't say I didn't offer."