Mister. He resisted the urge to start off on some tangent about why 'mister' wasn't an appropriate title for him. He wasn't a mister, really. But it was more that he was looking to pick a fight with Kadaj, rather than he actually cared. The other was irritating, probably a liar, and ...frustrating.

"...what are you doing here?"

The Corinthian didn't really have any authority to ask that, but he'd rather ignore the questions. He was decidedly unpolite about how he spoke to Kadaj, making it clear that he'd rather not be encountering Kadaj here. Briefly his gaze flicked to the woman behind Kadaj. ... interesting choice of clothes.