Although she sensed that she seemed to have walked into some kind of trap, Nalis regained her composure as a dragon, especially one of the notoriously vicious Black Dragon clan. "I have to say, you really are bold, imprisoning the daughter of the Aspect of the Black on Azeroth. Aren't you afraid of retaliation from our Black Dragon clan?"
"Rather than threatening me, why not talk about yourself?" Patrick floated gently over. "What sort of help can you offer me? You should know that I don't keep idle people under me-oh, idle dragons. Or you could tell me about your plans with Neltharion, and what you intend to do next."
Nalis laughed in fury and could not help reminding him once again, "The one standing before you is one of Neltharion's kin. Or are you confident you can face Lord Neltharion's wrath?"
Nalis had no choice. She sensed extreme danger and could only try to pressure him with threats. When she first arrived, Nalis had simply assumed Patrick was a puppet controlled by Onyxia. She had also sensed that the power within Patrick was not particularly strong, merely similar to his surroundings. But now, the invisible pressure and the restraints on her spiritual power left Nalis feeling as though she could barely breathe. Only then did she realize that Patrick's strength was terrifying enough to frighten a dragon.
Moreover, in her current surroundings, inside Patrick's lair, even her ability to transform was suppressed. Arcane energy filled the entire room, and fire magic was suppressed as well. When it came to spells, Nalis had absolutely no confidence that she could defeat Patrick and then escape with ease.
Under someone else's roof, she had no choice but to bow her head.
"Deathwing's wrath? Perhaps you could try threatening the natives of Northrend.