He took a drag of the cigarette, frowning. The Magister made a small face as Kirian exhaled, the smoke mingling in the air for a few moments before the Magister waved it away.
Kirian glanced at him, furrowing his brows a bit. ”So, I suppose I’ve little choice in the matter. You know that, as well as I, so I’d appreciate that you’d drop the pretense that I do.”
The Magister looked away, scoffing. ”They told me you-“
"I what, exactly? That I’ve little care for your kind? Or, worse, did they tell you I’m unpredictable and hardly suited for any task you might give me? I’d be surprised if that last point has sunk in yet."
"No, they said that you were quite contrary." The Magister frowned at him.
"Ah, but you didn’t expect nearly this much, did you?"