[ Of all the potential ways this visit to Godsblood could have gone, having Abel demand to speak to him in private is ... admittedly not an option he'd considered. Gen gives a startled blink before scowling, though he seems more nonplussed than properly angry. ]

I don't need ...

[ But Abel looks serious about this, that determined expression he wears a far cry from the gormless smile Gen is more used to seeing on his face. Which means he might kick up a fuss if Gen refuses. Ugh. ]

... fine.

[ There's a pause before Gen does acquiesce, uneasily rubbing a hand at the back of his neck. It's not often that he lets others make demands of him like this, and it's taking him some effort to keep from bristling. He settles for instead petulantly pointing out: ] But you're not going to have an easy time sneaking anywhere if I'm following you. And it won't be good for you to be seen anywhere near me.

[ It's not like he cares about Abel's reputation in this city. It's really not. It's just that he's pointing out a logistical oversight in Abel's plan. That's all. ]