[plainly pleased to see that he's worn through khamu'wo's thin veneer of professionalism and fully pissed him off now, alfeoux leans back in his seat, petting the adorably round rump of his loyal carbuncle with uncharacteristic affection.]

Mmm? But it is so very hot, Master Zhwan. I am Ishgardian, you know — I was not made to abide this terrible Lominsan heat.

[again, carbuncles should not be able to express smugness, of all things, but alfeoux's carbuncle stretches out, resting its plush cheek against the fine curve of its master's pectoral muscles. it looks directly at khamu'wo with half-lidded eyes and an expression that — on a carbuncle — seems to pass for a smirk. jealous?]