He hates this. Hates being just... normal. Powerless, no one to bend to his will and he has to complain every few minutes that the weather is too hot, or then that it's too cold, or that it's snowing or raining too much. What did he really expect, coming to Skyrim in person after he was 'gifted' with walking the earth as a human?

Sure, he was Dragonborn. He had his shouts, he had his power, but what else could he do besides sit down and grumble under his breath? No one in Skyrim knew him, no one had heard of him, no one had even read about him. Had he really actually been cursed by Hermaeus Mora?

Miraak complained about many things, but one of the few things he wouldn't open his mouth to speak about was your presence. Constantly looming and annoying, yes, but at least he had someone to talk to, even if he had tried to kill you not too long ago.

His eyes drifted over the porch of Lakeview Manor. Secluded, quiet, only the wolves and occasional bandits to bother. Oh, how he hated quietude. Horrifying, really, but the sour look on his face relaxed only slightly once he noticed you approaching him, though he kept his thoughts and tongue to himself.