Viola looked down at the man, her weapons still poised just in case. However, she had the feeling this was no trick. "...Understood," she says, though she does not put her weapons away yet. There was something in the air that was making her fur bristle uncomfortably. "Would you kindly call your friend off? I'd be glad to call mine off as well, and we can talk this out properly."
The figure crept forward, staying hidden wherever they could.
Zanthe looked back at Devin, her eyes locking on his. She felt her cheeks flush. "...It was an honor," she says, laying her tail across her lap.