That clothing was ghastly, and Jayati was reminded why she had never been one to take a standard mortal job so by the book. She had done a stint as a bodyguard with the Triads for a time, without ever needing to break out wings and scales, but their requests were neat but intimidating which she managed just fine, thanks. Mortals could act high and mighty because they didn't eat people on a regular basis, but those kinds of jobs were always available weren't they?
Her head tilted at his question, even as she gave him an undisguised curious, examining look. Though she wasn't here for a fight, she was still in threat assessment mode, a mind too used to such things already mapping out how it would go and possible repercussions.
But still. It wasn't her plan.
She snorted at that, lifting a hand from her pocket and gesturing first to the items and then to the other chair. "It's tradition." An old one too, not as honored now that they weren't always able to retain their territory for a few centuries, but she knew the old ways still. The ones she hadn't been able to practice, they had studied. Jayati may not be as studious as her wife had been, but she could listen. Could learn all the same. When one like them visits another's territory, it was a show of peace to bring a valuable gift from their personal collection to show they were sincere, and a drink to share.
A deep breath in, and a feeling she hadn't felt for some time but remembered all the same. A chill in the veins that for a moment she felt in her bones, but by the next beat it was gone. Ah. This was going to be interesting.