Laetes would like to growl and grumble and bare his fangs at the god who greets him so brightly, but he has been instructed very firmly this time around. Under great duress, he does not respond at all - at least beyond staring balefully up at Monzun.

"Monzun," Lethys acknowledges. It is hard to tell if his needling tone is deliberate, considering this has been his usual intonation since they first met. "And Creature," he adds, to the sound of low, quaking footsteps.

He draws a little lower and closer to Laetes, and calls the Leash to his hand in readiness. It is not often he has seen a Creature so enthusiastic about trying to lead.

"Are we to follow?" he asks Monzun, sidelong and doubtful. "Have you managed to discern what game your Creature intends to play?" Even the way he enunciates makes it clear he expects a competition rather than a friendly activity.