For a place called the 'Dark Dynasty', Hiryur had expected to meet some rather fearsome or at least in the slightest intimidating individuals (by a societal standard, not his own since it took a lot to shake the apathetic serval) however so far that had not been the case. Maybe he had just not caught them on the right day but from what he had been able to observe thus far, most if not all of the members were a collection of warm and welcoming individuals. If he were that bit more intact with mortality then he would have almost felt bad about the deceitful existence that he lead which he was now here to impose upon them. That was a very strong almost because such emotions were not able to override any of his primal instincts which did well to dull and numb his feelings into blunt blades. Still able to inflict lasting damage yet not as clean and smooth as something sharper. They still got the job done, just in a definitely more agonising way.
Letting out a sigh, the serval contemplated this as the whistle of his kettle, one which he had found amongst others whilst looking around after Softvelvet had offered tea to him which he had accepted and then promptly vomited up in a bush on the outskirts of the territory, sounded shrill behind him. Carefully taking the object in his paws and off of the fire that it had been balanced over, Hiryur did his best to pour it into a mug that he had claimed for himself with a satisfied smile twitching up at the corner of his lips as the water gurgled and swirled under the waterfall from the kettle's spout that it had originated from to meld into a dark brown near black mixture. Steaming hot and bitter, just how he liked his coffee. It was then in that moment as he considered how he liked his coffee that something else came to his mind, brows raising and ears twitching as he looked around the kitchen area that he had settled in that afternoon with thoughts birthing words as sweet pills against his tongue.
"Would anyone like something to drink? I mainly have hot beverages at hand, since I just brewed water in my kettle but I'm sure I can accommodate for different tastes." Small part of him wills everyone in earshot to either just ignore him or reject his offer. He knows that it's all just him acting nicely, after all, and there's nothing entirely genuine about his offer. Sincerity drips from his voice though it is only because he has something to gain from the whole affair and not simply because he wanted to do something out of the kindness of his own heart. Truthfully, Hiryur could not even recall the last time that he had done something just for the sake of being a good person. Did that make him a bad person? Who knows? All he really cared about in that moment was the faint dance of steam twirling off of the surface of his coffee to carry the drink's delectable scent up to him, popping one of his own personal sugar cubes into the mixture to add that special touch to it.