There's another arching of his eyebrows, at the defensive-yet-casual dismissal of his question. It's one thing to be treated in a friendly manner, but he's not quite used to people who recognize him for who he is and not being . . . well, bowed to.

It's sort of refreshing, but also a little off-putting, and Kathashun turns his attention to the fighting ring, his eyes scanning the crowd briefly. He considers responding to her initial comment (being fourteen doesn't preclude you from much, in El Minha, especially in fighting), but instead he comments on why he was drawn to her in the first place.

"You attempted to come onto my grounds, earlier." She is fairly easy to spot, and Kathashun doesn't appear all that bothered. "Why were you so desperate to see me?"