There's a pause, a vaguely surprised blink, and -- briefly Archeval laughs. Brow furrowed, low and a little ironic.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean. But I can think of many who would disagree with you."

There's almost no chance that Eleven has heard of the Force or the Sith, he imagines, and certainly the man can't know about the Dark Side or the Light Side or his new acquaintance's opinions on any of those subjects, but-- his heart gives a little bit of a flip anyway. In his position, those aren't words that a person ever wants to be accused of.