"Of course, you are our guests here." He explains with a wave of his hand before taking a seat with a small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I can only apologize that I have no tea to offer you."

Folding his hands into his sleeves, Zahal gives her a searching look before leaning back in his seat. From what he's understood, Deanna hasn't been one to cause trouble. Or to inflame it. Both are qualities he admires in the Exotics.

"How might I be of service?"