[There's something so incredibly Yuan in Skulduggery's tone that Kratos can't help but cast him a glance of deep amusement, for all that it hardly shows on his face. It's the level of affront; Skulduggery's is less sharp, but so easily tuned to offence for minor reasons.

[But Kratos is more interested in the couple ahead of them, and the intersecting street which appears to have more in the way of movement -- more mana-signatures, more of those vehicles racing by. From what he can see in the distance, his clothes aren't out of place. He had begun to wonder whether the level of formality in Skulduggery's dress is the norm, but the two men in the distance are both wearing trousers and buttoned shirts similar to what Kratos is using, if lacking the extra belts Kratos wears around his thigh and shoulders.

[He ignores Skulduggery's rambling until the pause, and the single hopeful word which indicates Skulduggery is trying, once more, to actually communicate. The shape of the word is intensely familiar, but wrong; like it's almost a cousin of a word Kratos does know. Still, if he assumes there's a relation ... Hmh. Kratos throws him another impassive glance.]

And what is it that you plead?