A grin that finds its way under his skin remarkably easily considering old wounds and deeply-held convictions. It doesn't bite sharply enough to break through is composure, but it frays at his nerves.

"We live in an unfathomably wide galaxy, Canderous." Orren says, turning back to face the other man. "If combat's the only thing you've found in it that challenges and fulfills you, you lead a shockingly empty life."

Stated as though it were an equally obvious fact, but there's no hiding the disdain Orren has for every single syllable that Canderous has just uttered regardless of how much venom-tipped politeness it's delivered with.