"Mmm, less scary royalty. Means they're likely just better at hiding things and not into bluster. I've only met one I didn't despise."

He wouldn't say he entirely liked him but it wasn't despising him. He'd come around a bit more to him in this place.

Much as there might have been in the past, there is little hesitation as he moves to settle in beside Jesper. For a moment he seems distant though, his mind going to another time and place when the three of them had sat together. How different things had been then, but enough to put Kaz on a path in this place that he had no desire to give up. Some might not have believed it was real. He refused to believe anything but, especially with their shapeshifted forms.

He gives a snort at Jesper's cheerful murder plans, shaking his head. "You know, it's always amazing to me that as the Bastard of the Barrel, you're the one that just guns them all down. At least I have the decency to torture some first," he says, as if that's entirely normal and sane.

"Whatever they try, we'll figure it out. Sorry to say, Mat. You made a choice once. You're ours now. I'm bad about giving things back once they're mine."

Totally not a threat, right?