[Henry stops just on the other side of the magic, peering at runes he cannot hope to understand, then focuses his gaze through the glowing veil on Alec.]
Don’t flatter yourself.
[Lightly wry. At least some things don’t change: the ease of which they fling jibes at each other.]
no subject
Don’t flatter yourself.
[Lightly wry. At least some things don’t change: the ease of which they fling jibes at each other.]
What are you doing?