Well, that was certainly true. He wasn't going to make allies here with attitude. "Apologies. Of course."

As for himself, the current human appearance was a glamor. Ritual, faith, and just the right bloodline combination had ascended him to something other - taller, stronger, horned and reminiscent of Blake's Great Red Dragon. But he wasn't eager to show that to anyone unless he had to in order to survive, or if the time was right. Let people underestimate him for now.

He sets off, unarmed, to search for anyone fleeing in the dark. At least with his glow, he was a sort of beacon to any lost.