Dumb
"That is quite interesting. The Ambassador has appointed me to deliver a message specific to you, which does intersect with your desires."
The man taps on the table twice, and it flashes online, as if it was a combination of a surface to lay things on, and an electronic device itself. It projects the holographic image of the Anthropomorphic wolf sitting upon the armchair/throne he usually resides within, down in the concrete planet. He speaks, quite plain and simply.
"Greetings, Dasha and Gil, If my emissary got the chance to play this message in the first place, I assume that you have seen through with reason, and thus, we do not have anything to fear upon eachother.
Normally, we'd proceed through the usual bureaucratic tropes, the signage of papers and shaking of hands in commercial and political promises. However, you must know that you are a kind of being that does not require to do so usually. Thus, you fall within a catagory that I myself do too.
With that in mind, "that" being that no prosecution of any faction would be able to properly carry out any aprehensive method if you were to commit a crime, I seek a more informal, perhaps more effective contract.
For that, you must meet me in person."
The holographic display cuts out, that was that.
