[ In response, Saber's own familiar lets out it's own non-threatening baby-crocodile roar, spewing out bursts of flames to match the ominous purple energy. ]

Hm...! Me, sulking? Perish the thought...

[ She had dropped her stern expression without realizing... still, the expression somewhat remains as she reaches up to take hold of her familiar (much to it's discontent, as it continues to try and show off despite Saber deciding that enough was enough). ]

Perhaps you are right about this little one... and I will say that yours seems to match you as well.

[ At least thematically... considering the amount of dragonbone soldiers Saber had to mow down back in the Grail War. ]