Smiling, Daenan addressed the concerns brought up by Dina. "I am sure you would have no trouble with one, and again I thank you for putting up with me despite my multitude of faults." He gave an obeisant gesture, thanking the great and mighty Dina for her patience. It was considered that he could add 'your highness', but that would venture into snarky territory rather than merely acquiescing to her whims. He didn't want to upset her, because an angry Dina was a force to be reckoned with.<br/><br/>Ever the jovial one, when his hedgehog chose exercise, he watched with amusement. Such marvelous and happy creatures were animals, most times. He added the grub to the mug for Jet, a live one that. It was kept in a jar as were many others. It was good to keep stock on hand and you needed only to feed them plant life and a little water.<br/><br/>Their guest soon arrived, and Daenan realized he had made nothing for Grigori or their newcomer. Such manners! He quickly set another pot to heating, this one filled merely with water which he would purify through boiling and steep for tea or some such beverage. Tea sounded so much more high-brow than 'boiled leaf juice'. His staff and bow were both kept nearby but he doubted he'd need either. There was enough force in the immediate area to stop the man's heart if he tried anything, so when they entered visual range, Daenan gave but a bow of the head and offered them either a chair at the table (of which there were only two, and who knew if Dina would want one), or a spot in the warm straw by the fire. He looked far older than he was, mostly because he tended to hunch inside the cave which was not up to containing a man of his height fully erect.