The draconequus would enjoy himself and fixiating eyes onto his back, looking at the tiny grey spot on top of his green pugdy sole while he spoke in a joyful tone, feeling every bit of movement that the tiny human would do, as for the unfortunate micro, he found himself in the predicament where he could do nothing else but squirm as he was being pushed against the scalie wrinkles of the creature, slowly trapping him further by the overwhelming pressure putted onto him, much to Discord’s delight, as he would enjoy spending his day now with his “property” for god knows how long, or until he would be fit for disposal.