"A fighter, you are, then." Londo looked up at the Protoss with an amused look. "You most certainly are built for it, yes? The height, the whole of you." He waved, gesturing at Tassadar's body.

"And myself, I am built for things that are much less physically demanding." He fought some in his youth, but it's not something he kept up with. Londo had never cared much for sport like that. "It is good they did not send me to lava planets to visit dangerous races, hm?"

They were at the park now, and Londo led the way to a picnic table, glancing over at Tassadar. "Do you sit on things like this?" Do they hold you, was the implication.