Kray wasn't sure what was going on exactly, so he prepared for everything. Unlike Zelos, he didn't hold with certain weapons, he tended to stick to what he knew and did best. But still, there were a few "aids" hidden in pockets to make sure that if he struck someone, they would certainly stay down. Though he didn't think this was going to be that sort of job. Zeus had told him it was on the yacht, and the way he'd phrased it had been... unusual.
So it was with a good deal of dismay that he found his boss already there when he arrived. Kratos preferred to get to a location first, to scout any possible threats. But there was Zeus, standing up on the deck. Not that his king couldn't handle himself, Kratos knew he was more than capable of doing so. It was the principle of the thing.
Hurrying on to the boat, he swiftly made his way up to Zeus's side, then bowed his head respectfully. "I'm so sorry I'm late, your majesty."
That was all. No excuses given; they wouldn't make a difference anyway. No offers of doing better; Zeus would know he would in the future. It was simply an apology and acceptance of his failure.