Morvakar rolled his eyes, the gesture so exaggerated it was almost comical. "Let me guess," he muttered, "you want me to find Gabriel's hidden exit."
"You are smarter than you look, Morvakar," Damien replied, unable to resist the jab.
"Idiot," Morvakar shot back instantly. "Can I take a nap first?" His hand flopped weakly onto his chest, as though the mere thought of rising was an insult to his current state.
"You will nap in the car. Get your ass up." Damien's patience frayed. He strode forward and extended a firm hand toward Morvakar, who glared at it for a long beat before finally relenting. Damien pulled him up, catching the sorcerer's sagging weight against his shoulder. "I don't mean to be a jerk, but I have to get my family home," Damien added, quieter this time.
"You are always a jerk!" Morvakar spat back. Still, his crooked grin betrayed a sliver of fondness.
