He had to admit that the male's jovial nature was offputting in some way, or perhaps rather it was simply unusual or unexpected. One did not expect a male of such size and stature to look as Samael did there on the border and yet, there he was. Of course, Tesseract would have been a fool to have immediately trusted him based solely on his outward impression. After all, even Jumanji had come with the same cool exterior many years ago and look now where he sat - across the playing field in the badlands of the sea king's mind. For now, he deemed it needed to be cautious or at least... observant. Iromar was a place of uncertainty when it came to him, after all. He had been taken there against his will some time ago and yet, he had been welcomed almost immediately before being set free. What did that mean, exactly? What kind of relationship did that insinuate?

As the male ducked down into his swaying dance, Tesseract merely stood his ground, as firm as ever as he watched the male's unusual actions. It was his words, however, that piqued his interest and his brow shot up in humor as a quiet, stifled chuckle sneaked by his lips.

"Rats have a tendency to come in hundreds. If you do not kill the one, then surely it will swell and burst with even more of its kind."

Rats were a continuously self-serving species and a never ending one at that. Even Glorall suffered the infestation come the wet season, when rats would crawl from every crevice in search of higher ground. Jumanji, in this case, was the same: he had come crawling and surely he would come crawling back once again. He had no doubt, too, that the longer he left the male, the larger his chance at reproducing again and producing a hoard of self-entitled children that would undoubtedly grow to threaten Tesseract's own. Perhaps he thought too hard into it, but nonetheless, it could not be helped. He liked to imagine he had a knack for thinking ahead. His canine teeth broke his facade into a snide grin, curious to see what Samael would make of such a thing.

As for the male's greeting, Tesseract tentatively took a step forward, allowing his own muzzle to reach out. It was not the most relaxed or kindest of greetings and yet, his words had certainly been interesting enough to merit it. Iromar and Glorall had lived on a relatively peaceful plane of existence but it had never been solidified entirely. Sure, they seemed to visit one another often - his son had recently gone in an attempt to strengthen their bonds - but for whatever reason, there had always been something to get in their way. Strange, truly, for Rogue had always loved her brother - their king - so well. Perhaps it was his own reluctance or lack of incentive on both accounts: true, they housed his mother whom he could hardly see eye to eye with and yet, true, they had housed him so long ago and had never been cold towards him despite his fall from heir-hood. Like siblings, in a way.

"And how good it is to see one of Baphomet's own return. I am sure Rogue will be pleased to know her brother has more company - he has never seemed the social type."

And if Tesseract had heard correctly, he had never seemed the entirely stable type either. It had been said that he and his mate had posed as a formidable weapon during the war of Diveen - they had worked in sync with one another. With her gone, what would come of the king? He dare not bring up such a topic, however, and instead, he relaxed his features into a more kindly expression. So far, it hardly seemed as if this male was here to bring dark words or darker tidings. For now, he even offered him the smallest wave of his tail, shifting his weight so as to take the pressure off the ache that still remained as remnant of his injuries.

"As for closeness... you have me curious. Iromar hardly comes across as the type to look for friends, though we seem to cross paths all too often. What do you have in mind?"