Telsen wasted no time changing the tone of this meeting. He slipped out of the booth and onto Tannusen's bench, scooting close to the tiger and leaning back to get comfortable.

"Good, this side is better," he said as he moved a leg close enough to almost touch Tannusen's. No touching unless he was allowed. He wasn't going to be a jerk.

Directly around him one could feel the air was slightly different. Like a fresh breeze without any movement.