“He might not be happy to see me,” Carrion muttered into his own scarf next to me. I tried not to laugh. “Really? I’m shocked.” “Y’know, sarcasm is a form of humor. The lowest, basest form, yes, but it still counts. If you’re not careful, I’ll start to think I’m rubbing off on you.” “Don’t use the word rub and then refer to me in the same sentence, please,”
