There’s nothing in Chas’ body language to imply that he’s ready to compromise with whatever it is this guy wants. He stands firm in his spot on the sidewalk, body squared, like he’s ready to fight should he need to. 

“It’s a bloody problem now. Y’ gonna tell me why the ‘ell you’ve been followin’ me?”

^{“Could, but won’t.”}

^{Rather, Ky didn’t believe that it was necessary. Not for the moment, but maybe later on he would reveal his true intentions. For now, this was just a simple talk. A talk, that he hoped would lead him to what he really wanted.}

^{“So, let’s start with introductions, shall we? I’m Ky’lar.”}