Like as not, you are easier to manage in a similar state. Had I been in Visage, I imagine you would have managed me with less trouble, as well. [Or at least more easily than a rampaging dragon.

Wrathion tosses his head, but it's less a negative gesture and more just--annoyance, likely. Frustration. He's fairly frustrated at all of this.]

You may try, Aemond, but even if death is not a thing that lasts, here, how do you think I would feel, were I the one to slay you?

[There's a reason for his stubbornness, after all. It isn't just to be stubborn. Not in this instance.]