Dirt Nap listens intently, staring openly in concentration rather than deliberate rudeness as Alessandra speaks, obviously striving to commit to memory what she has to say to him.
Then she asks what would have happened if he had still been here when the Dragons finally came for him. He remembers that time in the kitchen, with Atticus, MadCap and Garret Prosper. There'd been a feeling, that time, that it was going to happen, they were going to take him...
"Well Your Grace." Dirt Nap says with a soft chuckle. "I imagine you would have had another visit from the Grand Wyrm saying what a shame it was that I was too weak to make it through a Crysalis, and that she needed your permission to put me out of my misery."
After a slight pause Dirt Nap adds, "And maybe at the same time, she might have told you that one or two other Dragons that were deputies had left town unexpectedly. I'm pretty sure I could have taken the littler one, and maybe one more too before they got me done."
He definitely would have hit Garret Prosper first with his claws, while the others worked on him.
"Yes, Your Grace. I understand. And I agree one hundred percent on people who are problems generally taking care of themselves if you give them enough rope." Dirt Nap say.
"For the record, it's just the opposite. I didn't think anyone wasn't doing their job; I believed they would and was trying to show where I stood without complicating their job by jumping into the middle of it."
Dirt Nap listens again, still.
When Alessandra finishes her statement, he pauses a little more, respectfully silent so as not to seem like he was just waiting to say his piece instead of listening to her closely.
"Thank you, Your Grace." Dirt Nap says respectfully soft in tone. "I appreciate the opportunity and the permission to report directly to you; I understand that is a privilege, and I will be careful not to abuse it."