[The longer Ryan inspects him, the more the mirth seems to fade. It isn't long until he's outright scowling. He opens his mouth to complain about this treatment, how dare he not be taken at his word when —

Pretty? Did Ryan call him pretty?]

I am quite pretty, thank you. [He puffs up once again, all grins all over again.] And I shall have you know I can be quite beastly when inspired.

[And what do you know, he is inspired. His own ego lurks beneath the surface, enticing him into taking several steps back. He inhales deeply, searching for the draconic light deep within him. He pulls at it, manipulating the strands so that they surround him.

In his head, he is bathed in resplendent light and begins to prime, becoming the proper form of Bahamut. He spreads his arms out wide, envisioning those wings pumping as he pulls himself into the air. And when opens his eyes...

He is firmly planted upon the ground, flapping his arms about like a fool.]

Ah- hang on. It will be one moment. Any second now.