Jarro leaned back slowly, the contortions forcibly relaxing against the beak- a low laugh suddenly bubbling and bursting from the beast,"- bwahahaha-! Very well, very well." The low baritone turning into a quick squawk. With one feathered hand- the merchant waved off the manservant who bowed stiffly and retreated hurriedly.
The room descended into an awkward, stiff- electrically charged air seeming to grow stiffling. During this time, Qi Honghu strode up to her bodyguard, one slender hand reaching out to grasp his hand, fan patiently tapping her shoulder," When this is done, my Sura-" she whispers, her voice a mere breath of wind,"- I would like to meet you tonight, in private, just to... Spend time with you- how does that sound?"