Wrathion frowned at that. Well. The difference now was that Kelson was telling him beforehand--which, to a king, was almost the same as asking, the dragon well knew. His objection beforehand? That was due to the fact that it had been entirely unexpected, and an intrusion.

Something he could expect seemed...less of an affront, somehow. Still, his lips thinned. But if he could oust the human once, perhaps he could do it again, if necessary.

"I had a feeling you would say that. And yet, since I've been warned this time, it seems...acceptable?"

He paused, and a grin spread across his face. "Of course, I'm still holding you to witness me shift out of Visage, at a more appropriate time. So! How are you planning to accomplish this, then? If I know what to expect, I should be less likely to evict you from the premises, so to speak."

Wrathion folded his arms across his chest. He wasn't entirely amenable to the idea, and so keeping his hands occupied elsewhere, where it was more difficult to conjure--or to reach for Succession, his blade.

"And I reserve the right to oust you if you decide to play around in there! I can't have you finding the proper impulse to have me shifting here. Someone might get hurt."