Flame Dragon

"You’ve got some nerve, making an accusation like that! I am Jack Atlas, the king of turbo duels! Don’t you forget it!”

      "No. You aren't. I will allow my fire to consume whatever hollow shell you are. But you are not my chosen handler."

"…..Really." 100% done here.

    "I mean my jokes are nothing to crow over, but maybe they'll get a few laughs."

"Mistress died; cause of death too many bird puns."

    "Well gnee! Doesn't that just... Ruffle your feathers wrong?"

"Mighty dragons don’t pout."

   "I'm not pouting."

"Red. Stop pouting."

   "I'm not pouting." Grumbles a bit.

"Thank you for taking care of Jack." 

    Oh, now he remembered why he liked Stardust's handler, so polite and easy to get along with. "No problem, he's a handful, but then too -- So am I."

"… Re-evaluate our height difference, and then see who needs to be called ‘little’ here."

    "...Now that was cold even for you. I'm a lot bigger in my draconic form thank you."

"What? No. You show up when I summon you.” Jack crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s the whole point.”

    "Little human have you forgotten who's an ancient spirit here? Perhaps in your next few duels... I simply won't come when you call." he sassed, eyes glinting, he was still very amused.

"Red Dragon Archfiend, you took long enough showing up!"

    Cue the smirk, "Glad you approve and... I show up when I decide, don't forget that." he returned, eyes glinting in pure amusement at what his chosen handler said.