Kalysto: For some reason your Felhunter is meaner than mine was… *moves onto his back, poking Zulmire in the shoulder* Fuck off now, OK? I think Desiree wants you to leave, but is too polite about it. *sits up, then begins to clap his hands* Droozun, come here. Now.
Zulmire: *grumbles lightly at Kalysto’s rudeness, then whaps his shoulder in return* You be needin’ another butt-kickin’. Ungrateful. *walks out of the room, shaking his head*
Droozun: *makes a loud noise, then runs to stand in the doorway, raising his stalks attentively*