"I don't sleep." This was said with deadpan impassivity that made it difficult to tell whether it was a joke or just a statement of face. Kratos turned back to the room at large, the way Devin had done. "There won't be any need for that. I can limit myself to my blade, and bar myself from using magical artes."

It wouldn't preclude his using strength or speed or healing, but he could scale those appropriately if need be -- though he would prefer it not to be necessary. It always made something in him ache, to have to fight the seal down to lower his skill level. Necessary, and worth it, oft-times; but even still.

"Where and when?"