Gangsta

Chuckling, they didn't seem to have much of a care for his game. What a pity. "On the contrary, I get to say it's a game because I'm the untied one." If he hadn't had doubts about the violent guy, he'd be easy enough to be convinced to untie them. Considering that beautifully phrased answer though, he wasn't too inclined.

"A regrettable outcome, but I assure you it was taken care of and won't happen again~" that smile of his was full of enough confidence to guarantee that. "I can tie you up in silk if you like, but somehow I don't think that's your main issue with the ropes." Ix did lean in to help or pull them to their feet at least, whichever got them to stand, "To answer your question now, you're in a cell. Though that can be changed if you're willing to make a deal with me?"

Displeased sounds coming from the dragon attached to his shoulder, Drik wiggled and squirmed until Ix cast a glance his way. "Meeee, my question was next, you just went. I'm Drik, what's your naaaame??"

"Ixavier," the rider teased, giving Kaz his name first at least since his dragon was pressing for theirs. "Nooo, not yours, yooours!" The excitable eyeless head turned towards kaz, an armored finger pointing at them as he repeated, "what's your name??"

Not all that amused by the playful one, Kaz just wanted to be freeeeee. He wanted the ropes to go away and for his head to stop hurting, though he didn’t think that last one would be that easy. He guessed he was hit pretty hard in the end, at times he wondered how he had not ended up with brain damage thus far.

“I don’t think silk is any better, this isn’t a sex dungeon.” Leaning towards the other as he was tugged to his wobbly feet, it must have been a while if he was like this as well. He wondered where the time went and his strange watch that was still not reading time didn’t help. The symbols had changed though, the big rectangle that had filled the screen had gotten smaller and the ‘empty’ space was not dashed lined.

“I’m Kaz.” Answering simply in the end, he was tempted just to make a run for it to hide away and gnaw his way to freedom. But that temptation of deals always called him. “What sort of deal?”

"It could be if that's what you're into~" Wrapping his arm around the other like they were the best of friends, Ixavier was patient and of course aware enough not to rush Kaz after they had been unconscious for so long. They did have places to be though, and a wound to examine and treat.

Acting as if they had already accepted, truthfully he didn't see any reason they wouldn't and started slowly towards the door. "You see, you're a key player on the enemy team. I might be more powerful, but they've more money. I can't have them hiring you any more until I take over the area." Ix wasn't hurting for cash, but unlike his rival, he paid his members fairly and accommodated them, so his funds were lower than an extortionist. It was a pity he couldn't just hire Kaz on to his side and make the battlefield tip more in his favor, but this would work just as well as soon as his lackeys recovered from capturing the young beast. "So the deal is you can have run of the place and do as you please, but you have to stay here as soon as the sun goes down for a month." That should give him plenty of time to get things settled. "Pluuus, just so you don't go empty handed. I happen to have a dragon egg you can have if you'll stay in my room as well~"

Having to give up some of Ix's shoulder, the spacey dragon was examining Kaz from the other side. With each step they took, he got a little closer until he bumped his armored face against Kaz's shoulder. He wanted to climb on. Then, he would have TWO shoulders to lay across, much better than one. Ix always told him patience was a virtue though, so like a chameleon, Drik was inching his way closer and closer to try laying around Kaz as well.

Making a face at Ixavier for him saying it COULD be, he clearly didn’t want it to be that could. Stiff, he also didn’t like their friendly ways. Not in the mood he was anyways. He of course still felt that draw to the other, the desire to give in and rub his messy and damp hair against him like an overly loving cat, but he ignored it as he just followed along for now.

He did listen though, the other male a lot more tender then the people that had grabbed him for the ginger with a faint smell of blood on him. He explained where they were going, what they expected, the usual things you would want to do if you weren’t fond of making enemies or wanted to have people see the light of your tunnel. Or however that saying went.

“No offence but--” About to deny the entire thing, as the idea of being stuck in an area he was unfamiliar with. He paused at the mention of an egg. He only had vague memories about dragons and their entirety. But that curious part of him tugged, his eyes sparkling as he thought it over more. Humming, before he gave in. Only a little though. “I want to see the egg.”