Cagey tigers

Kyo may not have been as deceptive as others from his homeland, specialising more in information than blood, but often information was required before final payments would be made. There was a roguish edge to the smirk he offered to her accusations, an innocent Who? Me? expression quickly taking it’s place. "You wound me! Traders tend to have an eye for pretty things, wouldn’t do much business without it." He offered offhand, redirecting away from her question about how many women he had won over (a true gentleman never kissed and told, and at least half of those times he was almost certain he was too drunk to remember with much clarity anyway).

When questions turned to home, well, it couldn’t hurt to put his own feelers out. "I come from far away, though on the trail of others, I was given a message to deliver. We tend to stand out..." a casual tip of his head to the splashes that lined his flanks, indicating what he meant. It wasn’t phrased as a question, though he left room for her to answer it if she chose to do so. "Truth be told I’m more hungover than tired." He finally answered with a self-depreciative chuckle. "Have you ever tried sake?"

"speech".