[ By the food altar, he corners the young man with the orange hair who stirs so many feelings of disgust and loathing in him. Archer keeps his expression neutral, which he hopes means it's a bit intimidating. He's not sure it'll work, though, knowing all the things this version of Shirou has seen. The thought only makes him feel more wretched. He keeps that under wraps, too. ]

Well, we have a truce already, but as loath as I am to suggest it, it seems we need more, Shirou Emiya. An alliance will be required for a greater purpose.