Aaravos hummed quietly at his desk, ignoring you entirely. You two had been locked in the room together for who knows how long at this point and he's still less than pleased. Aaravos is sure the dragons put you in here with him as the real punishment and the containment was just a way to see it through.

He heard something fall off a shelf and sighed long and exasperated, pinching the bridge of his nose, "If you have to be a fool, please do it without touching things."

He stood up and turned to look at you, his smooth voice carrying more than a hint of malice as he leaned down to your level with a chilling smirk, "Please do remember that you are stuck in here with me, not the other way around. I can and will snap your bones if you get on one of my many bad sides."

Aaravos' smile faded and he moved away from you, toward the little box you'd knocked over. Great, he thought, shaking his head. The precious necklace in the box was tangled and sprawling across the floor.

You're lucky that he's grown fond of you.