If Green was disturbed by the Draconic's display, or indeed, if he even detected the good natured jibe behind them, it was hard to tell. Green stood with his hands to his plate and his face locked in that cumbersome, witty grin. His eyes followed the lead of the Metal Flesh; when Anya gestured for him to follow, he lumbered behind like a very (oh so very!) big puppy. He was eating, carefully, as he went. Grunting in pleasure.