[He sees what Brax did there. He was probably a grand politician in his day. And an actor.

He stops for a moment and thinks. Usually, he attempts to be blunt in his explanations, his recommendations are what contain the veiled suggestions. So he decides to just dance around the subject for a while until he's gathered more information.] I would have asked the cat, but it seems to be curiously absent and it tends not to be a very good conversationalist. [He raises a brow, not disagreeing with being a bruise on the world, but finding it a curious metaphor at the moment.]

Truthfully, I prefer to give the impression of formality, more so now than ever, because the idea of embracing disgusting tribal ideas of dominance rather than civilized mannerisms is more repulsive than ever. But also to appear dutiful, even if it's the original ideals behind the uniform I wear that I keep in mind rather than what it truly represents.

[He gives Braxiatel another once over, before taking a sip of his tea.] The Jaguar Pride is well known for its decadence, and they're inclined to dress and surround themselves with extravagant objects. They're artisans. Actors. Musicians. I admire them greatly. You almost remind me of one, but you have very contradictory reservations. It's difficult to explain, as if you're academically aristocratic. Does it come with a rule sheet? -The game, not your clothing. [That's a straight-faced attempt at humor... even if he wouldn't be surprised if he did.]