[At the obviously playful display, the dark reptile just rolls his eyes and lowers his back legs into a sit, tip of his tail flicking in agitation while the rest of it curls flat to one side. He was beyond games, though perhaps there was a way to get something out of this.]
Fine. Go knock yourself out.
[But he holds up one of his front paws, turning it upwards.] On one condition. You've gotta bring me something to eat.
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Fine. Go knock yourself out.
[But he holds up one of his front paws, turning it upwards.] On one condition. You've gotta bring me something to eat.