Aeizith watched as his frost-breath blasted over the angel, encasing him in a massive crystal shard of ice. It seemed he was surprised at the act, the ice shattering and he was no more. At least, thats what the dragon thought before he heard his voice just over head. Aeizith craned his neck upward, seeing the angel floating just eight feet above him, undamaged and with a seemingly more complex look about him. He seemed more... serious, analytical. The way he spoke reflected that fact, relaying Aeizith's abilities and how they were used right down to the last detail. His ability at discerning others was.... disturbing... He felt Amira slip out from under his wings, stepping out into the freezing atmosphere with little (if any) apparent discomfort. It seemed she could even survive temperatures that would chill the blood of the most insulated mortal, making Aeizith hold his girlfriend in an even higher regard than he had before. Aeizith did, in fact, feel Amira trace the scales along his side as she traded words with the Angel. The act was... soothing and her touch warm. He felt his biting anger dissipate as she ran her fingers along him and he sat there quietly beside her, still, but far from docile.
He still held his suspicions of Azireal, even if he wasn't an immediate threat. Amira spoke of this angel being "cast down", whatever that mean, that he had doubted his god. Aezith had no idea what that all meant. He wasn't versed in any of the angelic ways or that of gods. He didn't know how they functioned or what their jobs were, but Amira seemed to be implying that he was thrown out because he didn't have the utmost confidence in his lord. He internally snickered. Sounded like Emilia. Azireal made an observation about Amira as well, mainly commenting about her power and how entirely defenseless he'd be if they were to come to blows. Again, he asked if they could resolve their issues without a fight and Amira shifted the decision to her mate, saying that it was his call on the grounds that he was the one hurt. Aeizith stared up at the angel, trying to decide if he wanted to forgive him. The only real reasons he would was that 1, he appeared insane, and 2, he was a divine being or at least formerly. Aeizith shrunk back down to his human shape, his clothes manifesting on his body as he did so (save for the holes made by the angelic wings). He found that he was able to stand on his own, some of the strength of his dragon form remaining. He wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, still glaring up at the Azireal coldly.
"Fine... I forgive you." He grumbled, shifting his eyes back down on the icy floor. More than anything, he was disappointed that his moment with Amira was being disrupted by this angel's presence. The house falling on him definitely made Aeizith mad, but.... more than anything, he wanted some time alone with his lover... It wasn't every day that he got to see her, what with her duties and all. Maybe he was being immature and impatient or maybe he just loved her that much. He knew for sure, though that he loved her enough to disrupt her conversation as little as possible. She obviously was intrigued with this angel and what his past was. Aeizith wasn't going to stand in her way with his jealousy.