The air of boredom coming from the female dragon starts making Genrit feel a bit tired of this himself. He breathes slowly from his nose and his mouth shuts as he listens. His eyes transfer between the other two dragons, taking note of their marked wings. They remind him of a time when he was much younger and accidentally got blood on his wings. He was unable to find a source of water big enough for him to properly clean it so he had to just deal with it for a little over a year. He assumes that these specific markings are for identification or status in some way.

The congratulations, though half-hearted, prompt a small smirk as his eyes look down at the decapitated head next to all of them. The smirk doesn't stay for long at the mention of needing to make his claim "official" by visiting the city of dragons. So it is real. A grumble rolls up his throat in distaste but he holds his tongue as the copper dragon speaks. He wouldn't admit it, but the attitude of these two dragons is rather... Unnerving to him. To see other dragons working together in some way other than to raise a child or push out another dragon whose behavior is detrimental to both of them is new to him. The feeling is only made worse knowing that they come from an entire city of dragons who have renounced the dragon lifestyle.

Morbid curiosity begins to form as he briefly considers his response to Harrok Mojavico and Sky Talon Vesenthicar. He wonders if his heart or mind would be able to handle the sight of such a place, though he's curious as to the nature of all those who live there. His claw taps on the stone beneath him a few times before he responds. His head turns to the copper one as he speaks. He sees no point in directing his thoughts to the bored blue dragon as he assumes everything he gets will be dull in nature at best. Not to mention that he doesn't take their ranks into consideration at all. Until he sees them fight and one conquers the other, they're of the same value in his eyes. [color=6ecff6]"Genrit'khaath. A pleasure to meet you, Harrok Mojavico."[/color] He briefly hesitates as he's uncertain as to how one would talk about a weird thing like a city of dragons. [color=6ecff6]"This city of yours..."[/color] He pauses again and his eyes flick between the two of them as he takes a deep breath, calmly exiting the cave and into the warmth of the sun. His wet scales shine and he refocuses on the copper dragon.

[color=6ecff6]"Does this city of yours truly exist? I'm still having trouble believing that dragons would stoop so low as to live together, let alone ally with Dwarves."[/color] Genrit's tone is one of genuine curiosity. His disposition towards dragons is significantly more relaxed and positive than it is towards the other races. Unless they're competing for territory, of course. Depending on how things go he might almost be friendly. Imagine that.