Logan shifted uncomfortably under the intense gaze of the middle-aged beastman before him. The air, previously thick with an unspoken challenge, seemed to lighten as the beastman demeanor changed.
"You're a guest in my home; please, take a seat," the beastman said, gesturing to a plush sofa nearby.
"My name is Lalar. I'm Jean's father," he introduced himself, his voice a mix of pride and scrutiny. "My daughter speaks very highly of you. She says you possess remarkable qualities."
"But, from what I see," Lalar continued, his eyes narrowing slightly, "while your appearance is indeed striking, your strength does not match up. It's somewhat... underwhelming."