Marakai tilted his head to the side sharply, the sharp sound of several bones in his neck popping simultaneously. If it were at all possible, it would seem as if that hellish light from his eyes began to burn yer brighter.
If he had a part to play, he'd play it well. He loosened his hold on his human form.
His teeth lengthened and sharpened slightly, and at the right side of his forehead, a long spike began to grow. One hand began to grow scales, his fingernails lengthening and sharpening into a Dragons claws, his palm and fingers twisting into a form appropriate for them.
If he thought the dagger by his head was scary, he didn't know what fear was, yet.
He was suddenly directly before the man, and the hand not holding his sword went through the wall. Before him was now a twisted sort of half-dragon, right in his face.
"Do you think this is some sort of joke, human!?" he yelled, directly into the man's face. His voice had an odd, gutteral quality to it, as if his vocal cords weren't meant for human speech.
"She pays me nothing, you little fool. I'm along for the ride because I was promised your corpse to feed on if you weren't...compliant."
He leaned in towards the mans face, a distinctly draconic growl freed from his throat.
"You'll tell her what she wants to know...or I'll start at your feet
..and work my way up to your face."
