The kitsune growled, and his hands clenched and flexed; Devaguea can recognize that he was half-forming somatic components for spells, and powerful ones at that, though there was no actual power behind it, nor the accompanying words, and they weren't finished - it wouldn't actually form spells, but he was clearly angry to the point of seriously debating violating the laws of hospitality over it.<br/><br/>Still, their bargain was a question for a question, so he didn't press, and listened to the question in turn. His eyes narrowed, as he considered, before answering carefully. "I cannot answer in truth from my own knowledge. May I take a few minutes to consult with others, to provide the answer? Or would you prefer to ask another?"<br/><br/>As he asked this, a young nymph approached, bearing a platter with food and drink; Nyrissa subtly encouraged him to at least take some of each, as part of the fey ritual of hospitality, to ensure that hostilities would be far less likely.