"Comfortable w-...Just say person! I'm a person! I'm a sentient creature with ideas and ambitions! I'm no beast! Agh, we are quite through, you and I! Here. One last courtesy and only because I said I would."

A stomp of one foot and the circle of conjuration crunches downwards a good several inches into the concrete. A swipe of the hand and it's covered by a sheet of stone, smooth and imperceptible as an interruption to the flooring other than the grain of it going a different direction than the rest. And that's only if you look close.

"I'll find someone else to take these little bits of death out of my hide, don't worry your head over it." Naugus snorts and stalks back towards the door leading out of this warehouse. Hopefully not to dig at the wound himself some more.