The kobold shrugged a little. He wasn't going to push it himself with the half dragon, though he felt a bristle going up his spine as Caligula spoke, and darted away from the Aasimar, to put the half dragon between him and it. He wasn't about to get near that ball of mess with a tenfoot pole. Dragons as much as the kobold hated them, where at least predictable in their arrogance.