[ Seeing her puff herself up, is all the more amusing. There’s a little twinkle of delight in his eyes, since he always prefers people that are willing to stand up to him. It’s better when it’s cut with agonizing fear, but… He’s quickly learned to not expect the reactions he’s used to. Annoyingly.

It’s novel, though, he admits. He huffs out a little note that’s somewhere between a laugh and simply pensive at her polite acceptance of his name and his titles. Drukhari may be enemies of, well, everyone, but they’re comparatively more tolerant of kin. Or, close enough, as the case seems to be here. ]

Polite. [ He comments, almost idly. ] You at least speak well.

[ Not that he cares about the politeness. It’s more that her way of speaking is familiar to him too. It’s more formal and more elegant sounding, even when they’re using the common, lower tongue here. He’s tempted briefly to switch to Eldar, but, no, he doesn’t imagine it would be familiar to her at all either. ]

Yes, we are. [ He crosses his arms as he starts to answer, since at the very least, he doesn’t mind questions. Far from it, since he’s pleased by curiosity. ] The fact that you stand at a mon-keigh’s height is more remarkable to me. They are very small for the creatures able to travel the stars.

[ Well, minus exceptions like Ulfar, the Space Marine, but. Humanity is also more inclined to toy with their building blocks than Eldar are. ]

But even so. It is good to not be the sole exception here. To be the only Eldar among them is... unpleasant.