The way you say it makes me want to deny it, old man. /he grins back, grabbing the vine and attempting to toss it back at you/
You of all people should know how useless denial is. I see through to the truth. ['a brow rises as he lets the vine grow slack in the younger's grip, while another unfurls from his side and prods the demigod's side. this is a sight he remembers all too well and it widens his grin.] So tell me, cupcake boy. What're you doing all the way out here? How's Bansin treating you?














