Not that he wasn't expecting that sort of reaction, but damn if it's hard to find someone who appreciates a good solid helping of bullshit. Fuck knows Sed does. Time is very, very real, after all.

It just happens to also be incredibly subjective!

A polite smile is sent Daud's way. "Seditionist," he replies, offering the man a hand to shake. "Sed for short."

And then he gestures to the other's various armaments, wristbow being chief among them. "Expecting trouble, Daud?" Sed doesn't sound particularly troubled about it. He's not. Mostly just...curious.