The dark, spiky piece that wrapped around the back of his head was very crown shaped, in a charred and twisted deadwood kind of way. An absolutely perfect roost for the dragon that was happily clinging to it with three claws. The last claw, it's tail, and it's wings were all otherwise engaged in deflecting Daqiang's hands. It wasn't usually difficult to grab what he couldn't see, but he also wasn't usually dealing with his target being literally on his head.

At the uninvited words from an audience he'd apparently attracted, Daqiang shot a glare at the interloper. Woman, pretty, Orchid-sized. Far too amused for her own good.

"If it knows what's good for it, it will cease it's games," he snapped back as he straightened up and took a deep breath. Done with making a fool of himself, he shook his sleeves out and tucked one arm behind his back. Then faced forward and spoke to the air: "If it does not release this venerable one, this venerable one will peel it's dragon skin and extract it's dragon bones one by one."

The dragon stills momentarily at the threat, but seems to judge that the threat is all bark and no bite because it goes right back to making itself at home. Almost as if it could tell that Daqiang regularly used such threats against a dragon that made even worse mistakes and errors and was never actually punished for them was just trying to scare it away.