Sighing, Korrin nods and leans back. "Alright, I'll honor your wishes and not cross the Waking Sea just to toss him off a cliff. But if he comes anywhere near you or me, all bets are off. If that isn't a sign for him to get some richly-deserved payback, I don't know what is."

She pours herself more wine, and savors that sip. It's a Nevarran vintage, nothing really expensive or exotic (to her). "You're better-natured about it than I could be, I have to say. My temper would have seen a lot of damage on the way out, and I'd be nursing a grudge until the end of time." She has something of one just hearing about it, and she's starting to wish for some training dummies to beat up later.