"Nothing! I didn't mean anything!" He waves his hands innocently, trying not to look imposing, though he's aware that his fangs and glowing eyes kind of do that for him... but the girl has fangs too, and she's grey, so maybe it'll work anyway.

"I was just thinking, I'm sorry." Despite his calling his apologies in accented English, Kurt remains on his rooftop. Hey, the guy does still have a sword, after all, and he clearly knows how to use the thing. Kurt doesn't want to be forced into having to teleport away and deal with that beacon proclaiming his position for the whole Arena to see.

"I have some pastries from the castle, if you want. As an apology for spying." And for thinking of stealing your sword. Just please don't try and kill me. Or be able to read minds...