[Low growling can be heard from within Zazikel's chest, he's not pleased about this. His tail flicks angerly behind him, almost akin to an angry cat. No. It isn't better.
An agitated huff leaves him.]
[A hiss escaped the drake, head rasing and shaking his neck to get rid of the uncomfortable sensation.
His green eyes glared daggers into the elf, and he hated him with a passion.]