The droid-human-thing seemed put out, or at least being poked wasn't exactly what he or it liked, so Gantuhar brought his poking finger back, arm going to his side as his other hand stuffed the glorious Madame's gift into the waiting breast pocket of his unbuttoned shirt.

"This One is on his way to the Teahouse if you would like to join the walk."

Still somewhat skeptical, the Trianii couldn't help but continue his scrutinizing gaze.

"If one such as you is agreeable to that."