Basil scoffed. "Weren't you just worried my mother would bury you alive if she caught you at this?"
"That was before I discovered exactly what I was dealing with." Edric let his gaze drift back over the construction, head tilting like a man appraising a horse he wasn't sure he wanted to buy. "You're a young man, and lads your age don't usually have... this as a hobby." He waved a hand vaguely at the trenches, the timber, the whole mess of it. "Hells, your own father doesn't.. And he is the fucking weirdest man I know."
"What's wrong with that?"
Edric regarded him a long moment, the way a man might study a stray dog to see if it bit.
"Nothing. Nothing at all... if you're a bit odd in the head."
"I am not odd!"
