An interesting redirection, and Martel regards him with a certain sense of caution - like he's feeling out for the edges of a trap. He can't avoid answering, though, so he offers up a prayer to anyone listening that Sparhawk hasn't gone mad, too.

"We could easily be less than enemies. What would we oppose each other for, when I've already conceded and you've more than won?" He shrugs, like it could be that simple - as if they could just be nothing to one another, after a lifetime bound together over a blade's edge, one way or the other. "More than that, though? It'd be a little presumptuous for me to say, don't you think?"