[ Raphael was...perhaps not in full opposition to Tyki, but close enough that the difference was stark. One leg crossed over a knee, and he looked fully relaxed, completely content with the circumstance. An elbow on the table was not a slovenly gesture, but it was relaxed, the way he leaned, or twisted, as he spoke. He was not a slob, but perhaps a beast at rest was the better expression, from the way he did not treat any of this as a formal gathering.

Well, they were all just mortals, after all.

His lips curled with Tyki's questions, and his tone turned conspiratorial, as he leaned toward him. ]

If I were where I belonged, I'm afraid that my standards would be impossible to achieve. [ He said, his tone dark with humor. After all, were he in his own home, he had what he wanted — himself! — and tho there were his ambitions, he was otherwise a creature of sated needs. (Then again, when daddy sends you a shapeshifting incubus, what more could one ask for? Other than. You know. A clone.) ]

But, I know the meaning of compromise. [ His tone is put upon. ] So let us say that I want to see a reflection of the virtues I value, hm?

[ He gestured at Tyki. At his posture, his mannerisms. ] Proper respect, for starters. Those who appreciate the finer things in life. [ His tone lowered: ] Those that know when there are finer games than what they dangle before our very eyes.