An Old Friend Visits

Certainly not me His tone was teasing, gesturing forward But look at you now, love sick and cocksure. King of the assholes. This was their rapport, this back and forth with no real bite or true intent. It was just the banter between two very old friends. Thanks in part, of course, by copious amounts of wine. All the while they both knew Carasson was the last person to tease someone else about love. 

He listened to the details about the kid in question, nodding along. Well Jorah sounds like he's doing well for himself. His tone was indifferent as he didn't have any strong opinions one way or the other about the man. But if he was being very honest, all Crows tended to blend together into a inky feathered mass. 

Carasson waited for Magnus to finish speaking before he spoke again. Well that's a little unfair isn't it? Seemed to work well enough for you. Or maybe you're worried he'll turn out too much like you? He winked conspiratorially. We'll make this kid a Talon yet, if that's what you're training him for. Does he want to follow in his father's footsteps? 

A grim somewhat humble expression took over. Do I? So kind of you to rid me of my boredom. I was growing restless with all of this comfortable serenity around me He drank from his glass. Expression turning warm again. I'm happy to do this for you Magnus.