[... The people here aren't known for their discretion, are they? Kratos shouldn't be surprised. One of them is a skeleton. There isn't much that's less discreet than that. He does not say this, however.]

Thank you.

[Kratos steps inside, gaze sliding to take in the shop, and moving only so far as to let the others in without forcing Mr Bespoke to work to have to keep track of him.]

Does he frequently use that excuse to get you involved?

[Dryly.]