Zaxis didn't excel at negotiations or putting on a friendly face as an ambassador or messenger or some kind; he exceled at being able to analyze a situation or person and be able to tell, or safely assume, what was brewing up there in their minds. It would probably be the closest thing to being able to read minds without actually doing so; however, he was always wary of the elves. Most elven folk he had interactions with surprised him with how hard they were to read. Perhaps it was just that they carried and were shaped just a slight tad different? Nevertheless, he would have to be extra careful.<br/><br/>Luckily for him, this girl seemed to be more on the readable side. Perhaps it was because she was still younger, or perhaps it was because she probably did just roll out of bed; whatever it was, he noticed that she was starting to become suspicious or cautious of something. What he thought to have been an initial shock or shyness just unveiled to be something deeper, more cautious and wary of him now. He did his best to play his part though, stepping in as he shed his cloak. At least she was still the hospitable hostess for now, for that he was grateful. Watching as his cloak was hung up, he was ushered deeper into her dwelling, his eyes and attention now shifting completely and just going to gazing around the interior. It was a very pleasing place to be; nothing extremely lavish, but nothing shoddy either. It was simple and cozy enough, something that it seemed like these smaller villages had.<br/><br/>A nod of thanks would be given as she invited him to take a seat around the wooden table, stooping and placing himself down upon one of the chairs placed around it. Watching as she excused herself to fetch some tea, his eyes peered around for a moment more before his mind centered around the task at hand. A sigh would be exhaled from his chest, mentally scolding himself for being so careless and putting on perhaps such an imposing presence before her. This girl was no village idiot, but very shrewd and like him, very analytical. The small lapses and shows of truer emotion seemed to be making her cautious. He would have to put on a better front for her and perhaps her father, if he were to meet him.<br/><br/>As she returned, head turned and watched as she came back in clutching a tray that was set down on the table. All thoughts were then lost as he looked to the tray that she had placed down, interested in what it held. "Oh please, it is no worries. Nothing that can be done about that if you are the only one here. My my, that does look very good." A happier and slightly more cheerful face would answer her, though in all honesty it wasn't a complete mask. Good tea was something that he enjoyed very thoroughly and what she brought certainly intrigued him. "Oh, I do believe I will have some of the mint tea, thank you very much. Did you say Blue Demberry? Why, I've certainly heard about it. I come from the lands in the west and definitely, there are no such fruits there." Eager to try it, he reached forward and took a small piece of the said fruit, lifting it to his lips and taking a small little bite of the end, not knowing exactly what to expect taste wise.