Smooth wisps of steam gestured their existence plainly upon open space, Dragniast using all of his trained instincts to not reveal how devastated he truly is at this moment in time. Without knowing it, everyone but Grace had committed an entirely painful offense towards our vampiric contractor. Mild tints of red chapped his silken cheeks, another wispy sigh assailing warm air.

He looked away from the group, placing his fist under the curve of his chin. Dragniast only showed incredibly minute signs that he was gravely upsetted. Though the largest sign only those paying attention would notice is that not a single word had left his bliss-filled lips. 

‘Truly they know not what they have done...’
He thought to himself. 
‘They have ignored me…’ 

After going through all the work to create that ominous aura and act all powerful… not a single person was impressed. Dragniast rarely socialized, so being blatantly ignored is not something he’s used to. Feeling rather unappreciated he sighed again, after several minutes managing a single nod at Chrystella in confirmation that he would follow their group.