[At all the clamor, Viridis the Serperior found himself roused from his slumber. Shooting a glower at both his trainer and the device within his hands, he slithered over to peer at it. Even he, normally unperturbed by most goings-on, looked startled to see the snowman splatter himself against the glass.]

[Then, he cocked his head up, sadistically amused at both the canine and human's misfortune. Dorian quickly attempted to shoulder him away.]

Are you alright? Do I need to send a rescue party? Prepare copious amounts of moltovs and torches to fight off your attacker?