He tensed, instinctively, for just a moment, poised for action, then forced himself to relax, slowly raising his hands in complete submission. He spoke roughly around shallow breaths, all he could do with her fingers on his throat like that. "Zeetha. A good name for a warrior." He could feel his heart tightening in his chest. He'd missed so much. Focus, Klaus. She's going to kill you. Right. "I saw her for... just a few moments, Zanta. I tried to speak to her, but... a fight broke out, as does so often around your people." Though, to be fair, that one had really been his fault. But... well... he'd been provoked by... events beyond his control. "I... I thought you'd sent her to kill us. And she damn well tried with me." He drew in a ragged breath. "She'd sided with my apparent enemy." His eyes slid over to their son, almost desperately. "Who Gil assures me isn't really the problem, so hopefully this can all be worked out in the future."