Faris' scales are mostly black now, battle-ready, though he doesn't want it to come to that, of course. Most humans he's met have been nothing but polite, and quick to realize when there's been some kind of error or cultural misstep. Not this one. But he would be remiss as a warrior to assume such a thing is done out of malice, when ignorance is also likely.

Either way, he keeps the furniture between them, a barrier to slow down any further attempt to grab at him. "I am not yours to examine," he says, refusing to dignify that last question with a real response.