Seeing him in this shape, all hissing and waving his tail around, is intensely satisfying and amusing. She only smiles contemptuously at his frankly rather vague threat. As though any altercation they might have in the dreaming would go any better for him than their last mental struggle did.

"And what is that going to accomplish?" she asks, intent on pointing out how foolish he is. "Do you honestly think I can't defend myself here?" In accordance with her words, a white cane with a very sharp blade and a red dragon's head casually appears in her hand and she sets it down in front of herself, folding her hands across the top.