Hey sister sister

The Empress was quick to join them, a large and admittedly quite beautiful woman. He gave his cousin a sideways look of approval, he seemed to have gotten himself quite the catch. She seemed every bit as infatuated with him as Hattori was (unknowingly) with her, her sunset gaze only straying to him very briefly before returning to the former Iga heir. It was almost like he wasn’t even standing there. Others likely wouldn’t have noticed, it seemed his willfully ignorant relative certainly didn’t, but every change in posture and every lilt of a voice told Raijin something different, something that he could piece into a puzzle until he completed the profile of the wolf in front of him.

Raijin extended a foreleg and bent low in a deep bow, as was a customary greeting where they were from for someone of such high standing. ”Empress,” he greeted, his voice deep and smooth as honey. The man was in his diplomat mode, a startling contrast to his normal demeanor. He didn’t need the woman seeing that side of him quite yet, after all, first impressions were important. Plus, he needed to be a good wingman for his cousin. Rising once again he waited for Hattori to introduce him, knowing it to be proper etiquette. He’d be able to schmooze as he pleased soon.