It started to sink in just how afraid and insecure Azazel was of males. Izotz found his confidence sinking a little when his display didn't really seem to put the Sailfin at ease, and as she even managed to shrink to the ground even lower than he had. Her words and reactions were also plenty enough for him to understand that this wouldn't be an overnight change, for sure. If he weren't careful, he would probably end up saying something wrong to her. Something simple to him could become something terrifying to Azazel, whom seemed to read what he was saying mostly as orders. Orders sounded a little strong, although the concept was vaguely similar. He had to take charge, but he wasn't abusive with the whole thing.
Thinking quickly, the Frost tried to think of a position that was even more submissive than just flopping straight on the ground. Thinking quickly, he was reminded of things he would do as a hatchlings, and what some of the others would do. Slowly, the Frost shifted his weight and he ended up rolling over on his sides and then up onto his back. Now facing the Sailfin upside-down, Izotz wasn't sure just how much trust-inducing the position was, but you had to be pretty fearless to expose something as sensitive and easily-damageable as your stomach.
"Well, there's nothing else you can call me, really," Izotz replied about the name with a light chuckle, now talking with the Sailfin upside-down with his hands and feet curled up, much like a dog asking for a belly-rub. They were also moving back and forth, much like a dog paddling about in the water; his body was entirely relaxed and never once did his movements hint at any sort of aggressive or harmful behavior. "You call me Izotz, and I call you Azazel. Right?" He would probably feel bad or uncomfortable if she ended up calling him something like master or sir or something equally formal.
"Well, by staying with her, you'll have someone to guide you around so you can go places around the mountain. She'll show you all the pretty places we have around here. If you like animals, we have little ones like rabbits and fish, too. We hear birds in the morning, too. You won't be trapped inside the den all the time, don't worry." Considering saying things vaguely would freak the poor Sailfin out, Izotz tried to focus on telling her happy, positive things. Maybe mentioning to her that she wouldn't be stuck here constantly as a slave would help her ease up a little. Despite Izotz knowing that Azazel's confidence wouldn't build in the lapse of this single conversation, the hopeful dreamer in him hoped he could at least give her a good image of him.
"Hmm, if you put it that way, though... Tell me, then... What would you like to do, right now?" Izotz asked Azazel, tilting his head slightly while still upside-down. He wouldn't drop the position unless he got the feeling she was ready to at least trust him on a sort of fake trust; where she would know that, at the very least, he wasn't here to hurt her. "Never mind what I want, right now; what do you want?"
Thinking quickly, the Frost tried to think of a position that was even more submissive than just flopping straight on the ground. Thinking quickly, he was reminded of things he would do as a hatchlings, and what some of the others would do. Slowly, the Frost shifted his weight and he ended up rolling over on his sides and then up onto his back. Now facing the Sailfin upside-down, Izotz wasn't sure just how much trust-inducing the position was, but you had to be pretty fearless to expose something as sensitive and easily-damageable as your stomach.
"Well, there's nothing else you can call me, really," Izotz replied about the name with a light chuckle, now talking with the Sailfin upside-down with his hands and feet curled up, much like a dog asking for a belly-rub. They were also moving back and forth, much like a dog paddling about in the water; his body was entirely relaxed and never once did his movements hint at any sort of aggressive or harmful behavior. "You call me Izotz, and I call you Azazel. Right?" He would probably feel bad or uncomfortable if she ended up calling him something like master or sir or something equally formal.
"Well, by staying with her, you'll have someone to guide you around so you can go places around the mountain. She'll show you all the pretty places we have around here. If you like animals, we have little ones like rabbits and fish, too. We hear birds in the morning, too. You won't be trapped inside the den all the time, don't worry." Considering saying things vaguely would freak the poor Sailfin out, Izotz tried to focus on telling her happy, positive things. Maybe mentioning to her that she wouldn't be stuck here constantly as a slave would help her ease up a little. Despite Izotz knowing that Azazel's confidence wouldn't build in the lapse of this single conversation, the hopeful dreamer in him hoped he could at least give her a good image of him.
"Hmm, if you put it that way, though... Tell me, then... What would you like to do, right now?" Izotz asked Azazel, tilting his head slightly while still upside-down. He wouldn't drop the position unless he got the feeling she was ready to at least trust him on a sort of fake trust; where she would know that, at the very least, he wasn't here to hurt her. "Never mind what I want, right now; what do you want?"