“Don’t do that thing you do,” she hissed worriedly before continuing out the door as if nothing had happened. Fin kept his eyes on the king throughout the whole exchange, and once the door was firmly shut, a slow, wry smile spread across Norman’s face. “What’s ‘that thing you do,’ Fin?” The humor in the king’s voice and face made Fin break out into a juvenile grin. “I tend to aggravate people in a very efficient manner.” “That you do. Were I not on that receiving end on occasion, I’d admire it,” the king mused, only partly jesting.
