"Love the commando look, by the way, I don't care what Ezra says," Rav yawns, hopping up and sitting on the counter as Oberyn makes sandwiches.
Not exactly 'cooking', but Oberyn is satisfied.
"Commando?" he asked, unfamiliar with the term.
Rav didn't bother to answer, already off to the next thing.
"The Magician of Explosions, hm?"
Oberyn's eyes lifted, eying Rav suspiciously. A rare moment of posturing for Oberyn.
"Yeah. What of it?"
"I knew the last one. Good guy. A little...how can I say this...bombastic? You must have awoken your powers recently. He only died a couple years ago."
"I awoke my power about three months ago."
"Impressive! That must be the Nephilim touch. You carry yourself like a Magician of many years."
"Thanks."
Oberyn was none too friendly with Rav, who was trying his hardest to connect with the icy fireball - a paradox indeed.
"Well..."
