One kathruda sits in one of the other cushy armchairs, one leg crossed over the other and one thick book balanced upon his knee. Although he does not look up immediately, his ears twitch towards this fluffy newcomer, and when he finally pauses to take a sip of his own steaming cup of tea, he lifts his bright slitted red eyes, peering over the frames of this glasses at Asch. The corner of his mouth quirks in a predatory smile, and the tip of his long tail flicks with interest. My, my, but the ruffled, fluffy bird certainly does make him think of dinner...

"I do not believe these chairs were made to accommodate such... voluminous and gaudy plumage," he purrs, still smiling faintly as he sets his cup down again.