[Kell's own nod is the epitome of politeness...to the point he's capable of. Which is not much. He's being civil, that should be enough.]

Kell. Indeed, he mentioned a few times.

[More like A lot. To the point where, if he didn't know better, Kell would start to wonder if Rhy is talking about a real person, given all the rhetorical flourished he's brother has chosen to give to his story.]

Mainly wondering what you are going to get us into this time.

[This is performative grumbling, with not teeth to it. He's already decided to follow along. Wouldn't have much of a choice even if he did try to resist. Not a soul can weaponize a smile so perfectly the way Rhy does. It was true back home, it stays true in Thorne.]

Has he really?

[Kell's raised eyebrow does its job to mask that nasty sting of jealousy he always feels when hearing Rhy talk about people in that way. It's stupid, but he can't help. Hoped it would go away with time, never did.]

Yes, you did, but I'll have to rely on your words alone since there was no presentation to go with it.

[Because it was in the middle of the night, that's why. Honestly, he'd be more annoyed if Rhy decided to put on a performance.]