Sparhawk is feeling as though he should offer a token threat, just to put things back on their usual footing, but he dismisses that part of him. He's stuck here, he needs Martel to show him the way back, and if he is truthful with himself, part of him wants to see if things can ever change, to where he and Martel can be, if not friends, then civil to each other most of the time (and he can think of a few of his friends, and probably his wife, who would be screaming blue murder at that idea).

"Trolls have an interesting way of looking at the world. Ulath had to explain the concept of marriage to them, to begin with," and Sparhawk looks faintly amused. "And compared to that, I do suppose that a fatal stabbing would count as light."

He doesn't quite know what to think about the return to form. On one hand, it's the Martel he's familiar with, and knows how to deal with. On the other, it's the Martel that knows and delights in the knowing of all the right buttons to press. Sparhawk doesn't really want to have to kill him again.