The King noticed the insectoid's changing expression. He felt slightly disgusted by it, but surely something that would be overcome with time. For now he had to remain friendly.

"I see we speak the same language of order. We have found that hard to find with the nomadic tribes who inhabited our territories. We are also pleased to see this virtue doesn't only extend to us Terrans. I am looking forward to formalise both our definitions of order and that between us. The only certainty we have is each other's willingness to order. Something we should build on."

He took another sip as the waitresses made the last preparations for desert. He returned to the Foreign Minister.

"If these xenos are to be subjugated, what rights do they hold within the Treecuu Star Empire?"