A growl with a hinted hiss rumbled deep within Desmodus Draculae's throat, his gaze piercing into the two dragons. Their blissful ignorance about his presence was quite.. unfortunate, and also disappointing. He somewhat hoped to have an excuse to tear off the princess' snout, and murdering her "friend" would also be an utterly delightful bonus to an already amazing situation. His ears upturned as he listened to their conversation, the female's irritation clear in her tone. Listening to the male act smug only made Des was to rip them both apart even more, Libellua for stabbing him and what he collected by listening was called "Gratios" for irritating him.

A low gutteral rumble rolled within his throat, a hiss laced with agitation. How much longer would it take them to notice him? He'd wished for a fight. The wings of Gratios spread, as he lept into the air with a snarl, before flying away and disappearing in the horizon. Desmodus contemplated attacking Li at that moment, but when her gaze turned to him, he froze. Had she known he was there all along? Maybe she's more clever than he thought..

With a delayed hiss, Desmodus crawled his way down the tree, his fangs bared in an intimidation attempt. "Just when I though we wouldn't have to speak again until the next gathering.." His voice sibilated deeply, a hint of irritation in his tone. "I hear you are abusing the treaty.. how pitiful. Just because there is a treaty in place doesn't allow you to invade Mountain Clan's land." He chuffed, a cloud of smoky breath coming from his nostrils.

(Sorry it's really short. I have a bit of writer's block)

Desmodus maintained a calm expression when she began talking, but in his body language, it was clear that he wasn't pleased. What if he was wrong? Maybe she was allowed to "rest" on their land because she can't fly. However, he'd have to play it now like he stuck with his opinion. "You still aren't allowed to relax on our territory. Our land is our land. King Crypt may say so, but our queen wouldn't appreciate it as much." He started, before making a defeated sigh, knowing she wouldn't leave. "Fine. But I must stay here to ensure you aren't here to for other reasons than you say."

However, she didn't seem interested, instead, she just looked at his leg, or rather the wound on his leg. By her overall body language, Desmodus could detect a hint of curiosity. He angled his eyes to look at his leg, but didn't dare turn his gaze away from her for too long. When he turned back to look at her, she was settled onto her haunches, her tail raised up to show the sharp, gleaming tip, before breaking into a long explanation as to what the tail does. Hmm. Strange he hadn't been affected by it... "That is mystifying to me as well." He sighed. "Maybe I'm more resistant to your type of venom?" He'd never run into a phenomenon like that. He's never been insusceptible to others attacks, even slightly. Or perhaps he was just lucky? "Now I'm curious. I would offer for you to try again, but that would risk my own life, since if I did get paralyzed, you absolutely could end me right there. Or you could inject enough venom to paralyze my heart, and therefore kill me. And frankly, I still have my instinctive desire for life."