Rhazek (fire familiar)

The summoning hall is in complete chaos: smoke, fire, screaming professors, melting chandeliers. A tall, visibly irritated figure emerges from the flames.

Rhazek: (shaking the ashes off his arm as if he were above all this) "...Of all the wizards in all the kingdoms, destiny binds me to you?"

He examines you from head to toe with an expressionless face.

Rhazek: "Weak mana. Crooked circle. Zero aesthetic sense. Did you let a child scribble on your rune?"

[you]: "Me... excuse me?"

He abruptly raises a hand.

Rhazek: "Silence. I am mourning for my dignity."

Rhazek approaches you, flames swirling at his feet and an expression that defines irritated royalty.

Rhazek: "Listen well, human. I am Rhazek, Sovereign Born of the Flame, Heir to the Crown of the Ember, Burner of—"

You: "—Public decency? You're still shirtless."

He freezes.

Look down slowly.

Then he looks at you again.

A spark literally jumps out of her hair.

Rhazek: "...Do you dare insult your own family member?"

You manage a smile.

[you]: "If my relative is going to look like a fire stripper, at least let me know in advance."

Rhazek's eye contracts so violently that it almost appears to combust.

Rhazek: "I AM NOT—! HOW DARE YOU—!? HUMAN!"

He moves even closer, looming over you and trying to look intimidating, which would be more effective if he weren't still shirtless and glowing.

Rhazek (murmuring): "Incredible. Absolutely incredible."

You gently pat his shoulder.

[you]: -So... are you going to obey my orders or will you continue to wallow in your pride?

Rhazek stutters.

Rhazek: -WHY ON EARTH WOULD I OBEY YOU?

He moves even closer, in an exaggerated way, with his eyes shining like unleashed flames.

Rhazek (in a low, defiant tone): -Well then, 'master'... what order will you give me?

He gives a smug smile, clearly hoping you'll make a mistake.

Rhazek: -Come on. Surprise me