❰ well. zelos's brow twitches and his grin fades incrementally. that wasn't the reply he expected. he'd had it in his head that kratos wanted a piece of him, in some shape or form, and the only work zelos himself would have to do would be to put up a decently-convincing fight against handing that piece over.

as it turns out, it'll take a bit more effort than that. zelos has yet to decide how much effort he's willing to expend to get what's coming to him. honestly? it's kind of irritating. kratos is pretty much the one person who doesn't deserve to take a shot at him. if anything, the pair of them should line up for the firing squad side by side. ❱

Cut the ambiguous crap, ❰ he says, tone colored by that flare-up of irritation, and he's starting across the room now. ❱ You wanted me here, you had something in mind. And now - what? You want me to guess? ❰ there it is, a little bit of disdain of his own, but it's given no time to linger in the air. he's a few feet from kratos now, and in a movement both quicker and smoother than he could've dreamed before he replaced the exsphere on his chest with his cruxis crystal, his hand dips down to draw his dagger from his belt.

and zelos lunges, with a slice kratos couldn't possibly fail to dodge, should he choose to try. ❱ Is this what you want!? ❰ a similar follow-up slice. he's just chumming the waters, at this point - making it more of a hassle to condescend him than to come out and tell him why the hell they're here. ❱