Xaljim looks at Garrot like he's a child that's just discovered that you can have a conversation with two cups and a string. A little proud. A little amusement.

And when Garrot extends that hand, Xaljim makes the kind of face someone makes when someone with a buzzer in their palm asks for a handshake.

"I'm not shaking your hand." He counters, folding his arms.

"But sure. We'll play your game."