"Did you, really?" Kadaj asked, pretending to be interested. "How very thoughtful of you. You must be very talented." The flattery sounded appropriately sincere, even though like everything else it was completely fake. He was almost disappointed with how easy it was to lie to her. He hoped once the excitement over meeting him had worn off it would be more challenging, though.

Movement around them caught his attention, and he looked up to see a very familiar figure walking towards them. The warm smile he had been wearing for Ai's benefit twisted slightly-- not quite becoming his usual mocking one but getting close. "Hello, Mister Corinthian," he said, the politeness now distinctly false. "I didn't expect to see you again any time soon... and who's this?"

He looked towards the man dressed all in white, falling silent. There was something almost familiar about him... some part of Kadaj recognized him, that is, but whatever that part was didn't seem entirely conscious, in more ways than one. The smallest crease formed in his brow before he looked away again, back to the Corinthian. He appeared to have forgotten about Ai entirely.