[ if Malik had two arms, he'd be crossing them right about now. as it is, he just has his hand on his hip. that look of scrutiny doesn't pass him. he sees it and narrows his eyes, watching the other man carefully and keeping his guard up. that feeling of familiarity that he'd had since he'd first seen Tazim doesn't go away and it's more than a little unsettling. ]

It is impolite to speak in such a way to someone who is clearly well above you in rank. [ Malik is unamused by this sass. if it weren't directed at him, he might be a little more amused, but that is not the case here. ]

How good of you to tell me when I am supposed to speak. I don't think I would have realized it without you informing me. [ there's a slight pause before he speaks again. at the very least, he'll give Tazim his name. ] My name is Malik.