[Didn't listen, did he? Tyki flashes the other man a vague smile, as if amused by his plight. He doesn't back away when he's approached, stature overall seeming relaxed and careless.]

Easy enough. I think we can both get what we want.

[Gold eyes briefly lower, searching for the hourglass full of sand that must be somewhere on his person. There's no antagonism in the look – whether they are allies or enemies is yet to be determined. Or they could be neither. Neutrality isn't something he'll count out.]

What's your style? Looks like we're about the same height. [He lifts a coat of silken blue color, as if stitched out of scales, with some white fur around the neck.] Hm. Not really your color.