"No, no. Unfathomably, abysmally unacceptable." The Ordainer hissed with order, using his left wing to shield himself from your persistence of having your presence... present.

"Does one have not anything else better to do than just... pester a high-octane in these plains? Come on now." His left wing retracts into its original state of tame behind his back, not long after returning his golden gaze towards yours, a scorn, really.