The dragon will not sit to talk. He will not bring himself down to the level of those lounging around. He will not give even so much as the illusion of relaxing by taking a seat. As the human climbs to his feet (there's no sense of urgency to his movements. The human is moving incredibly slowly in the face of an angry dragon), Nam stands up a little straighter, lifting his chin slightly. Though his human form isn't necessarily large, he holds himself as though he's the largest one in the room. In his natural form, he may well be.

"That doesn't answer my question of what this place is." The name of the place doesn't say much, though his senses do tell a bit of a story. An unfortunate story. A story that Nam wants no part of. The dragon narrows his eyes and tips his head to one side.

"I will be part of no man's collection."