Felih knows the nonsense of politics, especially when regarding nobility- such arrangements as weddings for peace are not unheard of, nor unfeasible- but Felih is still wary and suspicious, his long and luxuriously-furred tail lashing low over the ground.

"And what, my 'adorable' little diplomat, would have brought you to hate Doma so?" Felih hums, before shaking his head. "Were you not born and raised here? I find it strange that you would so easily throw yourself to your new Garlean masters and then be willing to come right back, wed into the thick of it all. And, now that I think on it- why would you go so far for peace with a land you despise so?"

Still, he bristles more as Asahi taunts him- Hien is a good man, and not one Felih would want to see trapped into a marriage with a Garlean- especially not one so conniving and clearly dangerous as Asahi. Those who are brilliant and viciously loyal are as dangerous as they are awe-inspiring...

And, well, to hear such bold proclamations and taunts about being able to keep Lord Hien entertained has his cheeks darkening, despite himself as he bares his teeth just slightly, tail bristling more. "Well, aren't you bold and self-assured. Here, I thought such a little kit would know little of such things."