I smirk. "Not us."
[Oh, I like this trio. Absolutely no teamwork. Glorious.]
Zareth grins, tipping his chair back, balancing on two legs like he owns the concept of gravity itself. Seraphina sighs, the sound of someone who has already calculated exactly how much patience she has left before she snaps. Spoiler: not much.
"So," Zareth drawls, stretching his arms behind his head, "who's the strongest?"
Seraphina gives him a blank look. "You are obsessed with this."
"Of course, I am." He smirks. "Strength matters."
She exhales, slow and controlled. "Intelligence matters more."
I rest my chin on my hand, watching them like an amused spectator at an impending disaster. "Oh, this should be good."
Zareth leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Alright, then. Prove it."
Seraphina blinks. "Prove what?"
"That you're actually smart."
Her lips press into a thin line. "I was reciting entire passages of celestial scripture before I could walk."
"That doesn't count."
