Accustomed as he was to the machinations of court, Hotep's nose itched at the innocent phrasing of questions which might have very dangerous answers indeed. He stayed on four feet, even when Yueshi sat, though the sesh kept his body gentled and calm. Really... the ground was very muddy, and he didn't want to have to submerge himself deeply in potentially crocodile-infested waters later to remove it.

Satriya brings delights of the South to these Northern climes, in return for delights of their own. A simple answer, easily surmised by other means. Trade makes both nations stronger, and alliance deters conflict. Of Khaemwaset's desire to ultimately demand tribute, Hotep said nothing.

Now for a question of his own, Why are you in this place, Yueshi? You say our meeting is fortuitous, do not tease me! A smile, and a silent half-laugh. He might not take pleasure in the game of politics, but he could play it. Hopefully well enough.