[His jaw clenches at the word but he's careful not to let his fingers twitch as his sibling pushes past. He won't stop Kol, allows his brother to make his slight without breaking his narrowed gaze from Rebekah. Stray is the right word.]
You'll make it up to us, I'm sure. [It's Rebekah he addresses but Kol that he turns to look at when he makes what should be a lazy, off-hand comment. Us, not me. The strangeness of the situation necessitates concessions. Begrudgingly made concessions, that's no secret between the three of them. The tenuous trust they once had has been torn down to one final law and three of the four remaining arbiters stand in this room.]
Rebekah's brought you up to speed? [Of course she has.]