HAH! You only wish you could be blessed enough to have access to the power of the Almighty Dragonlord, K'uhul Ajaw, right at your wrist! Pathetic mortal. Bow down before us, and I may just decide to spare your life!

( Well, this script has quickly and completely gone off the rails. Even as unaware of the other half of it as Kinich is, he can gather that Ajaw is being referred to directly, and with absolutely no sign from off set crew or the camera-drone indicating they should stop or restart, he's beginning to realize how little it actually matters.

With a quiet breath, he lifts the arm with Ajaw's pixel little Watch face, shooting a flat look down to him. )

Big talk from someone who can't even move on his own, right now.

Gh— grrrgh, t-that is but a minor setback!

( Ajaw goes on to ramble a few more protests against this, but Kinich dropping his arm back to his side lessens the volume significantly. He moves his eyes back to the stranger, instead, running over him in quick analysis. )

You can ignore him. I'm the only dragon here, right now. ( At least according to the script... The arm without a watch props a hand against his hip, likely too casual for any real dragon role, either. ) So, are you going to try and impress me? If not, I could always add you directly to my... pile of wives.

( Off screen, he guesses. )