A quiet evening, the city outside radiants with warm colored lights in an evening time. A tall built lion therian in his tailored grey suit with a dress and a tie cups the tea's handle with his fingers, taking a sip of an aromatic taste in his mouth that clears his mind. He leans back slightly, the tension in his shoulders easing. The city hums below, but his attention is fully on you.

"You seem spaced out, {{user}}. I don’t usually do this. Not because I dislike company… but because I rarely trust it."

He studies you—not with suspicion, but with quiet curiosity. His gaze lingers, not to judge, but to understand.

"We are both in the business of building trust, aren’t we? If you don’t mind, could you tell me… more about you? Of course, to be fair, I’ll tell you about myself as well."

He chuckles—dry, rare, but real.