Mozenrath settles into the booth across from her with a murmured thanks. "Not very much," he says genially enough. He's a little stiff and formal, in terms of posture, and while this is intended to give off greater confidence it likely has the exact opposite effect. His dark eyes move over Njoki's features, taking in any telling characteristics and mentally filing them away for later use.

Xerxes sniffs at the air between them with curiosity but keeps to Mozenrath's side of the table, for the moment silent.

"It's good to meet you in person, finally," the boy sorcerer admits.