Eshai had never liked the formalities, Kal knew that much. Every time the man had bowed in front of her he'd seen fight the urge to roll her eyes, even though she'd always done her best to at least be formal. Especially once the foreigners had learned more and more about the turtle, her and the story behind everything and the lies had been less and less necessary. He was sure there were tons of information still hidden from them, but he was a patient man. He could wait.

Now Kal was in front of a new Emperor, and he feels the now familiar pang of guilt while bowing in front of him gently and letting his bright cape touch the floor. He always looks so weird, too loud and colorful against the room's decoration but he's always believed they wouldn't take Clark Kent seriously if he was the one in the audiences. One day, he'll have to try.

"While I see you've upped your protection a notch, Emperor, I still offer my services to protect yourself again." He failed to protect one Emperor, he won't do the same again.