Raksha did not miss the tension in Ben's posture or the abruptness of his greeting. He didn't know the cause, but he could feel something under the surface. An instinctive warning in a sense and he was too animal not to notice. Sleek muscles tightened along his spine, a reaction to the tension whether or not it was directed at him. This politeness was different than the agreeable tendency he usually saw in Ben. It was more distant. Golden eyes narrowed slightly, considering. "Hey." He didn't push, not yet. But he wouldn't play the polite game forever. It wasn't in his nature.
Giving the other male a break for the moment, Raksha turned his attention to deciding on what coffee he wanted.