The people of Earth weren't afraid of living lavishly, as he was put up in some kind of expensive hotel or resort, a whole three floors of which was temporarily anointed a Rularian Embassy, temporary amenities put in place for his convenience and comfort. Rularia and Earth only really dealt with each other in the capacity that they were both members of the ITF, so there was no formal embassy on either planet, but he wasn't sure if his people would show this kind of... Extravagant accommodations. The Rularian's were a practical people's, many of their things less pleasing to the eye and dull in comparison to what Earth had to offer. And the food here? [i Extraordinary.] So many complicated flavours, varieties of dishes, and ingredients that pleased his canine-like palette. Dash had to admit he quite liked it here so far; the only thing is he had to remember to some times duck through doorways as he was just as tall as some of them.
The three floors gave the Commander enough room to maneuver and not feel stifled, so once he unpacked his things he gave the place a cursory look around; mostly for surveillance bugs but also to get a lay of the land. Plenty of the space were just rooms, but the hotel also had a swimming pool, a gym, a spa, and a professional kitchen he had access to. The chefs was instructed to make Rularian dishes for him, but he ended up speaking to them and requested solely dishes from Earth. They were surprised, but he assured them that he was quite fond of the flavours. After that, Dash was back in his room, reading more about Earth, its history, and people of interest who may be attending. There was word of a woman from Saturn coming as well as a human from Jupiter with famous war hero parents. Plenty of others were rumoured or there was only rumblings about, like another ambassador coming from Nakira. If that were true, then perhaps he could find another ally in this, as Nakira was also assaulted by this rogue gallery. First, in fact, if his intelligence was right.
As he poured over some more files, his ears twitched; he heard them before they even knocked, and his head cocked in the direction of the door. Visitors. How strange. He could have swore he had activated the 'door not disturb' sign on the door. However, the explanation soon came in the form of a feminine voice. Young Princess Sophia the Second of Earth. That was quite fortuitous for him; he had been devising a way to get in to contact with her without breaching some kind of Earth custom he might be ignorant of. Apparently he shouldn't have been worried at all. She was just as proactive as he's heard.
Rising from his desk, he walks over to the door, looks through the peep hole to confirm, and then opens it to the Princess. [b “Princess Sophia, its an honour.”] He bows his head some and then looks to her retinue that surrounded the door. They all looked like trained professionals, but despite this, Sophia's sabre resting on her hip didn't escape his notice, but he was unsure if it was ceremonial or for actual combat. Even so, he could appreciate always wanting to be armed; Dash always was.
Opening the door wider, he lets the Princess in to his room, eyeing her security as they were either content to stay in the hall or were ordered to do so. Either way, Dash shuts the door to give them some privacy. [b “May I offer you some lemonade? Perhaps a grilled cheese sandwich? I've become quite fond of them since I've come to your planet; there's nothing like it back home.”] He tells the Princess crossing the room, meeting her eyes. She had a certain look in them, one that was usually reserved for someone far older than she was. An intelligence that didn't just come from a spoiled upbringing. They were the eyes of a warrior.
[b “I know you're not here simply for diplomatic relations. You know my stance on the war effort as I know yours, so please,”] He gestures to a pair of couches in the common area. [b “There is no need to mince words with me.”] Dash sits down on one of the couches, placing a grey tetrahedron object on the coffee table, Rularian words brightly scrolling down and across it, indicating the device was on. The device was to make sure there wouldn't be any surveillance in to their conversation as he wanted to ensure the Princess' and his discretion. Not that they were panning treason or anything, just as a formality. [b “Ask me anything you need.”]