The drink could best be likened to whiskey, but with a stronger honey sweet overtone and vanilla-ish aftertaste. It was smooth as velvet and just as potent as the human equivalent, if not more so. The crystalline glass was, as with much of the Inarras items, almost laughably large in Skylar's hands. "Your kind confuses me." Isoth rumbled before lifting his own drink to his mouth and sipping at the fiery contents; savoring the complex burn as it passed over his tongue and down his throat. "Why do you fight us? For example." The huge dragon-like creature continued, lifting his free hand and opening his palm in a gesture out of habit more than meaning.<br/><br/>"There is plenty space between your borders and our own. Your empire has little need for more resources that are not already under your control." Pausing, Isoth took another drag from the glass. "Yet, ever since your kind has ventured to the stars you have provoked my people at apparently every occasion." Small raids here and there with the occasional skirmish of ships out in the void between worlds and stars. Things to be expected from a much larger steller power; at least, in the Inarras' experiences with their neighbors. It had been the primary reason for their delayed responses in dealing with the smaller human civilization. The delay had, no doubt, emboldened the fledging race to pursue such destructive tactics in the misguided idea of superiority or, at the least, a proportional equivalence between the two races.<br/><br/>Leaning back against the desk, Isoth took a more relaxed stance before Skylar; not that it downplayed the absurd imbalance manifested in their physical dynamic to an outsider, obviously. "Why do your females not reign in your male counterparts? Your partners, for instance. Or, as far as I am aware, the majority of your governance." Most of what the Inarras had gathered about the human society pertained to before they'd managed to colonize outside of their homeworld. There had been only a handful of diplomatic outreaches since then and none had been fruitful in nature. A handful of her kind had been captured, all male, and questioned at length about their society. Still, it was a fragmented knowledge, at best.