“This is Felia’s dress, isn’t it?” Kip asked. Andross had merely had a tailor add the Mighty’s sigil to it. Andross pursed his lips. “I hate how you do that.” “So, do I get anything?” Kip said flippantly. “Oh yes,” Andross said, his eyes twinkling. “I spent a long time pondering if I should give you armor so fine you couldn’t turn it down but that would make you look like a raging asshole.” “Nice,” Kip said. Though I kind of do that on my own. “But I figured you already do that on your own.” I hate how he does that.
