"You don't need to ride a horse to be called a Rider. A ship is fine, too."

It likely didn't matter to Anna, but it mattered to him. Despite everything, he had called out for a Rider during his first hours in the ocean and one had arrived to save him. Sure, she was at the helm of a borrowed ship and not on the chariot that had been bound by Gordius-- but she was still a Rider.

Such little things meant to world on try someone who didn't believe in coincidences.

Casting her a wry look of his own, he took a drag from the cigarette and just enjoyed the simplicity of it for a moment.

"We're all living for giving the devil his due here, but I can't help but wonder if he isn't doing us some favors as well." He exhaled, releasing a plume of smoke towards the sky. "It's been over a month since I could do this. The tailoring has been a pain-- but this? It's pretty okay."