"Uh... I know you won't believe this, but I don't understand."

Vector exhales through his nose. Slowly. The cavern fills with the faint hiss of heat venting between his teeth as he pinches the ridge between his eyes with two talons.

Vector eyes the Hivewing with thinly-veiled annoyance. Vainglory lounges on rare, plush hides to keep his scales from ever coming in contact with the cool, polished obsidian of Vector's lair. Under his claws are a fine assortment of finger-foods, from slices of roasted bone to seasoned cuts of rare game, which he lifts to his muzzle with slow, delicate motions, in combination with the puzzled look that lingers in his cerise eyes.

"I mean, why are we supposed to care about this 'Death Court'?" Vainglory continues, not even looking down as a human servant scampers through his shadow to refresh his tray. "A whole war against humans, of all things? They sound... pathetic."

Vector sighs again, briefly considering how much easier this would be if the other dragon weren't thirteen feet of venom and ego... even when the ego is the point.

Exhausting.

"Because they appear to be a rising power in the Nexus," Vector answers, his own cyan claws tapping sharply on the stone flooring as he paces steadily around the cavern. "And there's no harm in being... early adopters to the latest movement."

"They sound tacky," comes the opinion of the smallest dragon in the room. She's taken some of Vainglory's furs for herself, but lounges on her back with her limbs in a careless skew, talons supporting a scrying bauble as she -- no doubt -- digs for further information than what Vector has already provided. A hazy image of a dusty-blue dragon with a large set of red horns, one broken, spins silently in the crystal. "What is this... a harem, or a cult?"

"It's a movement, dear Vogue," Vector replies, focusing on the little Silkwing. "As we are well aware, many dragons of the Nexus are not so free-willed as ourselves. The Death Court is stepping forward as the loudest voice in pursuit of breaking the chains between dragons and humans... and, personally, I'm thinking it would be beneficial to be established as allies of the winning side of this petty little war."

"It hardly even counts as a war," Vogue retorts, pointing a claw at the humans fluttering around Vainglory, all buffing his scales and making sure he doesn't run out of snacks. "What it sounds like is someone with an ineffective grudge. A complete waste of our time."

"A brief inconvenience at worst, my dear," Vector counters, teeth flashing in his usual smug grin. "I'm not saying we bend over backwards for this Court... simply that we put in an appearance, make some noises of disdain, and who knows? The seeds of a potential partnership never hurt, even if they end up dying in a drought."