The Archlord landed gently, as though he’d merely stepped off a stoop, but he still clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Were you trying to land on me?” Cassias asked. “I was going to land on your shoulders. Then I was going to make a joke about how it was your turn to hold me up, but now it’s dead.” “That doesn’t sound like a very good joke.” “Well, the moment’s gone, isn’t it? You ruined it.”
