[ Hm. Not a restriction he loves, but— ] Acceptable.
[ As if his agreement matters at all in this situation. Nonetheless, Kostos has it. Ilias mouth presses at the corners a beat like he might add something — as if there were words that might convince Kostos to trust him, or an offhand comment about the source of the other mage's frustration that might at least shift the conversation. But actions speak louder, as they say. With an incline of the head, he pushes off to depart. ]
no subject
[ As if his agreement matters at all in this situation. Nonetheless, Kostos has it. Ilias mouth presses at the corners a beat like he might add something — as if there were words that might convince Kostos to trust him, or an offhand comment about the source of the other mage's frustration that might at least shift the conversation. But actions speak louder, as they say. With an incline of the head, he pushes off to depart. ]
My thanks, Enchanter.