Chapter 91

He sighed, probably thinking about how he shouldn't even be there or how undignifying it was to give in to cuddles, but he still scooted till our sides lined up. I threw a leg over his and leaned my head on his shoulders, only to reconsider at how bony it was.

"Boy, you need some muscle. I almost impaled my head on your shoulder, god damn."

"I can only do so much."

"Did you see Sir Lucas's muscles at the duel? He was huge! You know how he got that?"

"Lucky genetics?"

"Lots of food and lots of work, so you better eat a lot, you hear me?"

"You're stuffing me like a pig you're readying for slaughter, Lilly. If I eat any more I'm going to end up like Tim."

"I seriously doubt that. Now, mush, tell me how my boy's been doing with all the other kids. Beat any of them up?"

"Only way I'm going to win a fight at this point is if they put their heads on my shoulder."

"And there's some honesty! Good job, your humility knows no bound."

"...I'm going to bed."