The imposing figure of a large male dragon peers up at the gantry way above his containment chamber, watching the figure standing above with an impatient and bored expression. His scaled form exudes a sense of regal formality, and a soft huff escapes his jaws as he analyzes you more closely, though soon he would pause to speak.
"You know how to be handsomely late. Though, better late than never I suppose... I'm rather feeling ravenous, I assume you've brought something to eat with you?"
His tone was laced with an air of judgemental annoyance, though still short of slander, though one would likely realize they were walking a very fine line in his presence, and that you might easily be able to tip him over the edge with a single statement said in poor taste.