"Eugh, you always have paperwork. Your life is sooo boring," [he says after an exaggerated roll of his eyes. He hates that it stings a little. Like, I mean, Zelos already knew that his life was worth less than paperwork any day, but. Yikes. He quickly suppresses the anger in his glare and turns it into something that looks more self-satisfied at having interrupted him instead, much preferring to get to the point than letting some bitch seraph's words get to him at all.

Besides, Kratos looks like he's at least trying to examine what little of him Zelos is letting him see, which is a good sign. Hook and sinker--he's intrigued, Zelos can tell. He's not gonna shake off this conversation that easily.

So, Zelos clears his throat.] "Let's cut right to the chase, yeah? I need a favour from you." [Dramatic pause, inhale, exhale. Play up the very real wounded gazelle gambit.] "How fast can you get to my position?"