Mavolus took a seat at the table, leaning back and resting on his haunches, his tail coiled around him. Placing his foreclaws on the edge of the table, he listened to Sakura speak of her daughters and the dreams. "I don't plan on it. In my profession, you learn quickly on how to keep things secret," he said, gingerly picking up a Hanaryuu-but-not-quite-Lumiostal-sized teacup, his long, serpent-like tongue snaking out and tasting tea-scented, heavy morning air. "You'd be worried by some of the things I keep hidden from you, dear," Mavolus chuckled, his species' inherent table manners coming through.<br/><br/>Pouring himself some tea with such care and gentleness so as not to break anything, Mavolus looked back up to the Hanaryuu. "But I must say," he said with a serious tone and look, "I didn't like what I saw..." He added a few sugars to his tea and took a sip.<span style="font-style: italic">Urgh, very strong tea, this is,</span>the leviathan thought to himself. "Anyway, lets speak of something nicer than nightterrors," he said, putting down his cup, "How are your daughters doing? I don't have any brood, though now is probably the time for me to be thinking of continuing my legacy," he said, a hearty chuckle escaping his throat, the blue glow coming through his teeth, though his lines were a mingling yellow and blue.