“Well,” Rastaban said, plopping down on the grass next to Kana and watching Andrev tumble across the obstacle course he’d made, “he has better reflexes, strength, and stamina than your average mortal, but he’s still no match for you and me.”
Kana nodded, watching Andrev with appreciative eyes. “He seems to trust you,” she said.
“That’s because I’ve given him a degree of trust in return,” Rastaban said. “I cannot fathom why he trusts you. Of course, he’s a shy lad, and you’re a lovely girl, and he’s flattered.”
“I’m nice to him.”
“You’re lying to him.”
“So are you.”
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