Daimon plops down on the grass just off the path. He has a multifaceted and very sparkly jewel on a gold chain around his neck that did not change, and it shimmers in the sun. He dabs a paw at the young one. Yeah, well, I'm as much tiger as I am man, dietary habits and pacifism aside. I have a bit of a trick I can use to help people realize we don't mean any harm. You...don't mean any harm, do you?