"I feel super masculine just listening to this conversation."

Raney laughs.

"No one is going to attack you with lipstick, Zevros, promise."

"I will parry with eyeliner. Manly eyeliner."

"Now that would be an interesting departure from ordinary swordfighting."

"Fear my appropriately colored for your specific skin tone makeup's wrath!"

Raney laughs again. "Would you have to switch weapons if multiple people attacked you?"

"Yes. Yes I would. There's a reason I stick to actual swordfighting."

"And you are very good at it."

"That too! I like being good at swordfighting!"

"When did you start studying it?"

"Uhhh- Edarial! Edarial help, my memory is terrible, wasn't I like ten?"

"Eight. I remember because you were pouting about me becoming a spellbinder and wanted to guarantee a way for me to not utterly outclass you in every way," deadpans Edarial. "Thus, swordfighting."

"Awww."

"And then I got bored of fighting people twice my size and dragged you into it!"

"I take it you don't much care for swordfighting," Iobel says to Edarial, "but did it anyway?"

"Essentially. Though I would describe it more as being guilt tripped into doing it. Also threatened."

"That's not very nice," she admonishes in Zevros's direction.

"It was brotherly bonding time! He learned to enjoy it!"

"Oh, well, that clearly justifies the means, doesn't it?"

"Yup, definitely. Besides, exercise is good for him. And bruises build character."

"I am skeptical of your reasoning. I think you have ulterior motives to draw these conclusions."

"He knows self defense now! That's my ulterior motive!"

"I'm beginning to be glad I am an only child."