[...This guy... No, Victor is not endearing himself to Tigress. But neither can it be said sulking in her room is doing her duty to the valley. And, in a place she is loathe to admit, the feeling of being trapped in a room with only her rage for company is not one she had ever wanted to go back to.

She can...do this. Be polite. Courteous. A master.]

The atrium has a peach tree in blossom. If you wish to talk we can find no spot better.

[This is her offer. An olive branch. ...Of sorts.]