[Even with his poor eyesight for things up close and blind eye, it's hard to miss the combat crouch, the uptick in her heartbeat. Not that he's super surprised. He's used to groundlings reacting badly. The ones here have actually been better than most on his own world. Of course, where he comes from, people assume a big dragony thing is going to eat them.

He shifts back down: the same dark mist, this time shrinking and coaslescing, down into the old man.]

If you want to have a conversation, have to be like this.