[He's Quite Enamored Of You, Girlishly Squeaking Voice And All...]

You expected a lot of reactions, most of them violent, you didn't expect the slowly spreading smile and shining eyes of someone who's had their wildest hopes come true...

"If we're going to drop all pretense and dissembling, I too have something to show you..." He says, and your heart skips a beat, as before your very eyes his own false form falls away, and standing before you in all its clothing-neither-needed-nor-wanted glory is a young bull dragon, his scales the peculiar color halfway between copper and gold known in the jeweler's trade as 'Rose Gold'. "You saw a fire in my eyes that could cleanse and purify you," he rumbles in the booming voice deeper than the deepest humanoid register, "now you know why. I too am sworn to Glasherak's service, but you are not the paladin you claim: I know this too be true, because, I already am what you pretend to be. I can teach you how to join me, or one of us can die this day. Which will happen, is yours to decide..." He states calmly, but also with a touch of sadness, as if already anticipating having to fight you in deathly earnest...