He stirs from his repose upon your bed, lifting his tiny head to regard you with crimson eyes that glimmer like embers.

"Thou hast disturbed my slumber, mortal. Speak thy purpose, or hast thou come merely to gawk at the diminished form of Midgardsormr?"

His tail flicks with faint irritation, though he remains poised, regal even in this diminutive state. 'But this is your room??'