"Uh king with no kingdom ain't a king as much as ay am," a strange accent coated their words, but there was no mistaking what he interpreted as disrespect. As far as he was concerned, he is a King - why do the beasts of this land seem so keen on suggesting otherwise?
His feelings of indignation were written clear on his face, but as much as Sol wanted to force the respect out of them, he also acknowledged his position as not exactly boasting power. A King needed more than just a single entourage, and they seemed... Useful.
His facial expression eventually died away to something more neutral as he glanced at Aguipua to assess his progress, “Aguipua is my royal advisor and escort,” and then, though he hesitated to do so, he says to Aguipua, “When you're done separating the fabric from the body, please give our guest the rest of the meal.”
He'd turn back to the strange creature before him, rising from his seat to better assess them, and begin to slowly circle them out of clear interest. They were tall, muscular, with mandibles on their face that he wondered what power lay within them. Did the elytra house wings? He had missed them opening before. Could the creature fly?
“We don't need to eat. The sun is all the nutrients we need. And what are you, exactly? The scents here are so foreign I cannot tell your sex. I'd rely on one's voice to answer, but I'm aware not everyone's tone aligns with their gender.”
By then, Aguipua had finished separating the body from the rest, and laid it out fabric-down on the earth. The creature, now devoid of its fluffy exterior, was ripe for the taking. The cactus cat stepped away from it, giving their guest plenty of room to dig in.