Freeza's fast enough to catch the shift in body language, the momentary tension especially. The creature...strikes up vague notes of familiarity, but that in itself might as well by an alien to him.

"And I wager that is not a friend," he suggests, choosing not to advance, though there is a cordial nod of his head. "Freeza. I will spare you titles; I am certain that they will mean little around here."