[Oh, customisation would certainly be an option for anyone else, but if Yarne really thinks he can misdirect Scarface's attention with that lousy play he really doesn't know him that well. Or maybe he's just clinging to whatever excuses he can dredge up under pressure? Over the course of their very short and one-sided discussion he's been turning a gradually brighter shade of red, like a ripening peach; it's a wonder he hasn't turned tail and bolted into the relative safety of the (dark, labrynthine, monster-infected) dungeon.

Regardless, he's already got a few answers lined up on the tip of his tongue. It's just a matter of firing them off with relentless force, one after the other.]

One: it's not a trap. It's rare armour and you should show some goddamn gratitude for it. You think I wouldn't use it in a heartbeat? [He punctuates his point with a fierce clench of his fist, swung irritably through the air. Actually Scar's nowhere near as angry as he looks or sounds, but if anyone's sensitive to being browbeaten it's Yarne. Hell, if it weren't so crazy, he'd almost say the guy likes it.

A pause, seemingly to catch his breath. But what he's doing is moving into the next phase- a breakneck u-turn that has him suddenly placing his free hand on Yarne's shoulder, fingers splayed and settled too close to his neck to be entirely platonic.

He smiles.] Two... you're only one level out. You picked up a lot of experience on the way here, ri-ght? You're probably right on the edge...