[Ademnet lands like a squirrel--not as graceful as Barnabas, but sure-footed and efficient. He curses under his breath as he rises from his crouch, looking around with wary eyes. When Barnabas speaks again, he scoffs.]
No, of course I can't--
[His eyes catch on the paper, and he blinks in confusion. Huh. Maybe he can. When in the name of Toh did he learn that?]
"Exchange five sincere compliments each. Don't break eye contact."
[Oh, pound me bloody.
Ademnet doesn't wait to be ordered around again. He lifts his chin to look Barnabas in the eye, his expression steely.]
no subject
No, of course I can't--
[His eyes catch on the paper, and he blinks in confusion. Huh. Maybe he can. When in the name of Toh did he learn that?]
"Exchange five sincere compliments each. Don't break eye contact."
[Oh, pound me bloody.
Ademnet doesn't wait to be ordered around again. He lifts his chin to look Barnabas in the eye, his expression steely.]
You're goin' first.