He almost smiled. It wouldn't have been a particularly nice smile, even by Klaus's standards. How could someone lack so much self-awareness he did not know.

"Is it also Chihuelan custom to litter a host's home with decaying corpses? I would say the matter of choice in your lodgings was the same allotment of choice given to the Kedaan in accepting your arrival here," he said calmly, but there was a rare hint of a bite to his tone.

"Still, the terms are agreeable." They weren't, really. That technology could help a lot of the citizens. Klaus would take responsibility for that loss if it meant avoiding a war, however. "I have a greenhouse to tend, and I'm sure you have work to do. Thank you for your time."