All things considered, a soft-spoken, unenthusiastic hi isn't what Bagoas expects. This isn't to say he loses momentum, or his step; his soft smile stays put as he steps through the open door with confidence.

"I brought some cakes, and fresh berries from the market."

It's become nothing short of tradition: he brings Glitch sweet things, and they share in the delight of it. Perhaps one day, he'll only need bring himself, and that be sweet enough.

However, they have only come so far, and tradition holds greater weight than most would think. Perhaps especially when one suspects not all is well, now one is face to face with a dear friend.

He won't prod openly, knowing better for his years at Persian court. Instead he brings his hand to Glitch's shoulder, following the unkempt line of his beard with his eyes.

"Not a bad attempt. I won't say it's a good one, but it is certainly not bad. Have you a sharp enough blade?"