Inwardly Eli relaxed just a touch, her serious face just a tiny bit sunnier. She watched his face as her took a bite, waiting for the initial tart flavour to burst into honey softness at the warmth of his tongue. A guest willing to try an unknown food item was certainly a sign of trust. And she also approved the tea choice. She would of course be drinking whatever her guest chose, as was politic, but while she did not mind the fruit tea the mint blend was particularly good, and her favourite in the early mornings. She leant across the table to retreive the teapot, unmindful of her loose tunic exposing the delicate points of her collarbone and the shadows painting her upper chest. She quickly and neatly poured two cups of the green tea, taking her cup and making sure the Zaxis noted her taking a sip before placing it on a side table.<br/><br/>"You have certainly journeyed some distance to come all the way from the West. And yet your urgency does not seem so great. It would not be the first time I have acted as my father's proxy if there are matters you wish to discuss?". This was not exactly a lie.. after all she had met with the Pixie envoys several times. Admittedly when her father was too irritated to be bothered, but the point stood. And she was curious about this man. Something about him was different, more purposeful and direct. She was certain there was more there than a diplomat to dance words with. "Perhaps you are interested in opening a trade route with the Demberry harvest? There is much profit to be made, and I'm certain my father would offer favourable terms...?". She was certain this man was no merchant either. And yet he was something! And there was a connection there, a resonance. What could it be?