The Blood Dragon continued to follow his new mistress around, keeping his on the ground or around them to make sure everything was fine. He couldn't help himself since he started to think more of what happened three weeks prior. How Marian had desperately wanted to capture him. Why did he save her? He couldn't even answer that! Maybe that was it though, maybe he was going soft? He had been away from humanity for so long, maybe the loneliness of being by himself had finally caused his heart to soften toward them enough to actually save some of them. Gore hoped not..
Looking up when he heard her ask about what people had done to him, his dark teal eyes widened a bit at her tone. She seemed genuinely taken back by the news that people had done that to him for no reason. Was this human ignorant or something? Did she really have that little knowledge of just how cruel her kind were? He would enlighten her if it came to it.

"Aye they had mistress..among other things. My kin can heal at a great pace compared to most other creatures in the realm..unless we are ill. One of the many times they had thrown something at me, I had gotten sick with the plague that had come down on your kind, only..I nay know how. Normally Dragons do not fall ill, especially to a Human disease.."
Moving closer to her, he leaned over so she could see right behind his horn was a decently large scar that looked as if it had crushed his horn and almost ripped it out. It healed mostly back in place but the mark remained.
"Falling ill and then receiving such a wound will cause Dragons to heal much slower, if it is a significant blow then it can leave a scar or even kill a Dragon. Thankfully as my owner had put it, my head was thicker than the concrete slab they had used.." 
The tone of the Blood Dragons voice had shown that he seemed to hold some kind of off feeling about what they had done to him. That was only the start of the many cruel things her people had done, the many things that a majority of the population had forgotten.

"Mistress, if people dislike me being around you..it nay holds consequence. -You- are my owner. Only you can punish me for my presence and if someone comes to threaten you or harm you, they must deal with me. The duty falls to me when it comes to protecting you. Though if my mistress finds it more compliant, than I shall remain where she tells me to until she calls for me. I am yours, nay any others..Your word is far greater than the millions upon millions who would call upon me."

When it came to people he trusted, the Blood Dragon could think of none. There was no one in the realm he trusted, not even his new mistress. Everything that happened to him because of -their- kind, everything that will continue to happen? The blame falls on these lesser creatures. Though looking at the young woman who owned him now? That same hatred and resentment did fade slightly. She had no real malice toward him besides the discomfort of actually owning him. Even if Gore wanted to ask her outright whether or not she disliked owning him, he remained quiet. He didn't need to know and besides if he did, chances are it would only hurt their 'growing' relationship. The last thing the Ancient Dragon had wanted to do was to make it harder on himself, living with her.
Hearing Rosalie's tone over what he was saying made him blink. Was it that odd for her to listen to how he put things? It was how people had spoken when he was last captured and taken in. He was taught to speak this way as well as taught to hold the manner of which 'Manners' were handled. A gentleman way that most men would probably lose in the current times. 

It was true that all Dragons were far weaker in their human states, they were stronger and faster than humans but with the lack of scales, conventional weapons could do a great amount of damage to them. It's why a bullet from Rorshe's gun managed to cause him to bleed. Though if one were to engage a Dragon in actual combat, their weapons were already on them. The claws that Gore had looked as if they could rend flesh and cut through a body like butter. 
Though not all Dragons looked as he did in their human forms, only the ones that had a strong toned build in their true form seemed to resemble his more draconic look. Others who were more slim and graceful seemed to hold a more human quality save for a few places on their limbs. 
The thought of harming his new mistress hadn't even occurred to the Blood Dragon, after all why would he hurt the one human who showed him a bit of kindness, even if it isn't much. That isn't saying that she didn't annoy him or bother him with her ignorance or naive view on the world. Just the way she looked at him made him feel heavier with doubt. Was owning him that much of a burden?
If the Order came for him, The Ancient Dragon actually didn't know whether or not he would fight them. He couldn't be sure what would happen to him if they ever felt the need to take him back. The first thing that came to mind was..

Gore's teal eyes fell over his new mistress once again, wondering what was crossing her mind when he mentioned why he saved her, the look on her face looked like she saw a ghost. It was more than that, a mixture of emotions that couldn't quite be explained.
"..Aye, The Blood Dragon actually going out of his way to protect a human, 'tis absurd! Hah I remember my mistress blaming me for everything that had happened and even pounding your tiny fists into my neck. You hold my thanks for that mistress."
Even if what he had said on stage was an act, he wanted to kill the naive thought this girl had over him and everything else involving him. She didn't know him yet she judged him for being a Dragon. Because of her he couldn't fly perfectly at the moment, because of -her- he was weaker than what he should of been when fighting the two casters of the Void.
An act or not, that fire never did fade. Gore was only trying to keep what he said in check and nothing more. Though he was only being sarcastic with what he said, he didn't feel any ill feelings toward his owner and he hoped she picked up on that.

When they arrived at the Inn, Gore looked at his owner in a questioning manner. There wasn't a place for Dragons to sleep, but he could probably coil himself in an Alleyway that wasn't in the way of the general public and could probably stay out of sight from most inhabits of Desdemona. 
"I can remain here..besides, who would be crazed enough to allow the Blood Dragon to reside in a hearth." Looking down at the camera she tossed him, he just tilted his head at it, then at her. Homework? What the hell was homework!? Was he building a home? Did she plan on using him for hard labor? It was safe to say he was confused until she finally said for him to learn the camera. 

"Aye, I shall learn if that is what you wish Mistress.." 
Watching her walk into the Inn made him look down at the camera, accidentally pressing the flash again,making him recoil and let out a reptilian snarl at it. He wanted to bite it again out of habit but decided not to. Moving to the Alleyway, he started to press each button, keeping an eye on what they did. Pressing the zoom, he stared at the screen that seemed to make something appear closer. Pressing the adjacent button made it go back and he nodded, satisfied with what he learned. Taking another picture, he did manage to shoot an image of his shirt, laughing faintly at it. This was the last thing he wore in this form. It looked partially ripped but not dirty, it was as if he was in a fight with it.
The Blood Dragon started to move around the Inn, trying to figure the camera out as it started to flash repeatedly. He growled at it, moving his claw over the flash, causing it to stop. This was growing tiresome!

Finally he managed to get the thing to work. He started to take pictures of the sky, watching at how beautiful everything appeared and actually managed to see something that most humans couldn't. The true beauty of it. Hours and several pictures later, Gore had move back into the Alleyway and shifted into his true form, wincing at the change since his new injuries hurt him during the shift.
When he was in his form, he adjusted himself to fit into the tiny space, resting his claws on the ground, laying his head on top of them. 

Morning wasn't far away...