“Counselor Rilzoren, I’m so glad that you could make the trip,” Jutar spoke as they bowed to one another, as appropriate for the senior group leaders to do. “Let me present an associate of mine, Zeltra Bosc, from our transport division.”

“Very pleased, Counselor. I’m delighted to make your acquaintance,” Zeltra’s pudgy hands fluttered after the honorific handshake. His jewelry flashed in the light.

“And this is my associate, Tulano,” Rilzoren said.

Tulano carefully shook hands with Jutar and noticed how cold his skin was. Jutar’s species were of reptilian heritage. Tulano shook Zeltra’s hand with distaste, glad of his own facial striping that so often distracted others from his true expression.

The human’s voice was high, fawning. “Oooohhh, what a beautiful Grezan! I simply must acquire one for a pet of my own! He’s just lovely ...” Zeltra cooed and stepped forward, seemingly unable to keep his hands off of Tulano.

Tulano stiffened, his striped hands clenching into fists.

“Can I touch his horns?” Zeltra stepped forward.

Tulano growled audibly.

“He’s not a pet, he’s my associate.” Rilzoren interrupted the confrontation. “And he’s not for sale, so please don’t inquire.”

Zeltra glanced at Tulano through lowered eyes, sideways. “Well, he’s just stunning. You know, I have a source on the Outer Rim who can find exotics for a price. I’ll bet he can ...”

Tulano rumbled, his chest swelling. “You buy Grezans for pets?” His accented Standard was thick with hostility.

“Oh, yes! I could find you a female. Of course, females are far more expensive than males, but if you really want one ...” Zeltra lowered his lashes again. “Unless you’d prefer a male?”

Rilzoren smiled. “Tulano really has no time to care for a pet, Zeltra. But thank you for offering.” Rilzoren insinuated himself between the two of them.

Tulano’s body heat rose and his breathing accelerated.

Rilzoren looked at him sharply. Tulano nodded and took one step back from the other men.