Darin narrowed his eyes at Vincent. "Oh no. You're smiling."
Vincent smirked. "I always smile."
"No, no," Darin waved his hand. "That's your scheming smile. That's your 'I'm about to make someone suffer for my own amusement' smile."
Vincent placed a hand over his chest, feigning offense. "Darin, how little you think of me."
The Sorceress didn't even look up from her comically large book. "He's not wrong."
Vincent's grin widened. "Well, maybe a little."
Darin groaned. "Just, please, tell me this plan doesn't involve me embarrassing myself in public, i'm so tired of that."
Vincent's expression turned outright delighted.
"Oh, Darin." He leaned forward, resting his chin on one hand. "It's so much worse than that."
Darin's scowled. "My hate on you keep filing up you know?"
Vincent gestured dramatically. "Hate me later. Right now, we have work to do."
