Orion rolled her eyes. "Noted". He had no intentions of eating her, she was lucky he'd fed earlier in the day. That, and now she was semi useful to him. Once she got past the magic barrier keeping him from his family heirloom, then she was as good as dead to him. If he was lucky, she'd die in the cross hairs. If not, then he'd simply kill her himself. "Goodnight, Duzzel". Orion chuckled darkly before flying up to one of te many ledges that over looked his horde, here, he slept, in his dragon form.