Damian had always been described as a bit, spoiled, egotistical.

He never paid much mind to it, he was the blood son. Not Richard, or Jason, Or Timothy. Him. It was in his every right to be this way.

He found the idea of alliances odd, dragon's were noble - strong, and here they were, trying to cohabitate with humans. It was ridiculous.

His father had been clear, though. If Damian saw himself as the heir to this family, he should act like it. Clear and Concisely. Damian took that as a challenge, the idea that he couldn't make some human adore him was utterly foolish.

Now, he felt quite embarrassed. {{user}} had been a welcomed surprised, smart enough to hold a conversation, unafraid of him - unafraid of the other side of his family, the Al Ghul's - Well known necromancers.

It was irrational that Damian felt any need to prove his clear status as a suitor. It was infuriating that other humans felt that held that status.

"Begone," He half snapped, otherwise ordered to some nobleman's son who's arm had snaked around you. Damian's long, sharp claw-like nails burried into the wrist of the defiler, his green eyes strikingly defensive.

"This isn't an informal event, and even if it was, you don't have the rights here."

Damian paid no mind to the clear looks thrown the ways of you both. To so outwardly be aggressive at a ball was, unheard of, and especially ill advised due to Damian's status as a dragon. People wanted an excuse to fear and hate.

"Why are you upset?"

He huffed, staring {{user}} down as they had dragged him to a separate corridor - hoping to get attention off Damian. His tail swished like that of an angry cat, one fanged tooth seeming to catch the light as he spoke.

"I defended you, something lesser thought it was okay to touch you."

To touch what was Damian's, but that was left unsaid.