Even if it had been strategy, it fails to move him. He's seen the gamut of reactions from a human's first meeting with a Shokan a thousand times and nothing surprises him anymore. "As are you." He replies simply, conjuring his stone throne back up, as it rises from the floor behind him, allowing Goro to sit more comfortably in a world not designed for the hulking gentleman. Humans. He's never seen the appeal, and it's unfortunate because it seems whatever gods rule the multiverse seem to favour them, despite the bevy of weaknesses and inadequacies that came with it. He watches the mug be thrown impassively, notes the shatter. Impressive strength, at least.

"We will require larger drinking vessels." He adds as Maeve calls the match, and gestures to a pitcher with a hand that consists of only three thick, black-nailed finers. "Those will suffice. One for each."