Psii curled his hand around the lighter and pocketed it for now while he ordered his own drink. There would be fire, but all in good time. First he had to lull the Capitolite into a false sense of security.

"Honey thider, pleathe." It had been the first human alcoholic drink Psii tried, and seemed safe enough. "We both came here for SS. Roland in a thupportive capathity, and me to catcall. That'th an Alternian courtship ritual for you. The more Roland helpth him, and the more thtrife I give him, the thtronger he becometh. It might theem oppothite to a human, but it'th natural for trollth.

Ok Roland, time to dish about your thexth life."

He flashed a grin, made toothier by his fangs.