Draiss nodded politely to his opposite, who would surely notice that the sorcerer god had nothing on him but basic clothing, tight enough to deny handholds, but loose enough to allow full freedom of moment. No jewelry, weapons, or anything else. A spare outfit, meant for fighting if it came to that, as did the basic defensive magics about him. Of course, 'basic defensive magics' for a god were something not to be trifled with, especially considering his three contingency spells. He took a seat, considering his words, though he would let his host speak first. It was only polite.