Sinclair grinned at the thought. Perhaps this was the first time he was confronted with the idea of a Terran being used a the basis of consumer goods. Rather than fear the idea, he viewed it is a part of the world. One which his ancestors had lived, one which he would fight against until his last breath.

"Well a part of me would like to see them try. They can't stomach to skin a deer, let alone a fellow sapient. I guess there would be such a thing as a feral Ryccian after all..."

He let a small moment of silence, but quickly diverted to another subject.

"Oh well, perhaps I am playing a little too much with your figurative speech. I'm sure your diplomats would have formed quite a view on how to approach us by now. I'm sure it will all work out eventually."