@bungem said : lips press to the shopkeeper's cheek in greeting, the queen thankful he is currently sitting so that she may reach!
sitting, he is! perched there on one of the chairs to the side of the front door of the seemingly small brokerage with the typical lazy, overly large lynx sprawled out near his feet - or rather foot, as the other is currently crossed over the knee of the initial leg.
lips touch his cheek as he's yapping on - perhaps to himself - about the mysteries of a new item he's managed to acquire in his last appearance in the qua'rang dyn providence of some unknown planet, and he pauses, looking up to the ears first of the queen, then down to her visage, not mistaken in the glance, but assessing affect through the position of the lops.
crooked, joyous grin spreads across his lips, the soft glow of the stone between lower lip and chin amplifying in the smallest amount. he stays seated, solely to retain the respect of eye-level; seemingly more important.
"your majesty!" khaliq chirps, setting down the odd orb he'd been on a tangent about on the table between himself and the empty chair. "what a sight you are, indeed!" except now he's sliding out of the chair, onto his knees to be more respectful, hands on his thighs as he wholly faces the lapine lady. "always a pleasure," comes with a genuine twinge of almost too correctness. he's happy to see her, but maybe too much so? "how can i be of assistance to you today?"
