"You can call your dragons back now," Figxin said. "Why are you holding a cat?"
"Don't you think it has a certain flair? Preparing an offer they can't refuse from behind the scenes. Very 'Godfather,' don't you think?"
"The Godfather? What does that have to do with threatening people?" Figxin asked, confused.
Zog put the cat down. "It's a cultural thing. You wouldn't get it."
Figxin had grown accustomed to Zog's many cultural references. "The nobles all signed. That theory from the 'Tree Man' you mentioned really works—the one about opening a window versus tearing off the roof."
Chinese characters had gained a certain degree of popularity because they were used as keywords in the programming language for Magic.
So, in Figxin's eyes, a "Tree Man" was just a Tree Man.
"I never knew the Tree Man race was so wise. I thought they spoke so slowly it was infuriating, and that only Druids could manage a conversation with them."
