[There is not precisely a shift in Kratos's expression, but something about the line of his mouth seems to downturn a bit. He doesn't wince, either, but there's an air of resignation there. He hadn't meant Acacius to know that part.

[But instantly Acacius's face clears, sharpening to a grim understanding and a shift in stance which, perhaps, reveals at last that he had once been a soldier.]

So that's why -- yes. There's a man who owns a sweet stall in the middle of the markets; we actually had to move to be away from him, once I began working our stall. He hates Tethe'allans. That's not new. But he hates you in particular -- Kratos. You killed his husband.