((I don't think it'd be a great idea for Gog to do more to taunt the others. He's already on thin ice.))
"Golem?" Miiq hissed. "What go - oh. Yes."
He had already dismissed the thing as unimportant; a hostile bit of scenery to be navigated around more than a genuine threat or opportunity. His mind was squarely on the dragon: his prize.
"Does it matter? Golem has been here long time. Spire has been here long time. Neither going anywhere."