"Yes," he says in breathy exasperation.

"In a manner of speaking," says Arista in the same moment.

They look at each other.

"We disagreed," he clarifies flatly, eyes narrowing at the cat. "On several key points."

Arista continues to look at him.

With a resigned huff, he rolls one wrist and holds it up for inspection, the jagged scar running its way unevenly 'round the thin circumference. He lifts his eyebrows incrementally in unspoken challenge of that threat assessment.