"Don't worry, their little Crown Prince is wrapped around my finger."
"Little? He's a grown man."
"I'm not referring to his age, Wren."
"For the love of any god there is out there, if only I could go a day without listening to your nonsense."
"I seem to remember someone not feeling this way about five years ago."
"I grew up!"
"Is it that you grew up? Or that you couldn't handle me?"
"You never—!" Wren stopped talking as though he realized he had just fallen into a trap. Exsaa's mad giggling seemed to get more than just that away as well.
Vellan shook his head. Going on a mission with these people was really going to be the end of him.
Chopra was a murderous madman. Wren didn't know how to take anything seriously. Exsaa was obsessed with pretending to be some sort of common street whore. And then there was him, supposed to be the level-headed brute managing all of this.
Sometimes he felt their Young Master did it on purpose.
