She pushed a dramatic sigh through her nose and clutched her belly. “I’ve tried my hardest today, O Esteemed Practitioner.” Zen’s brows shot up. “Now I’m ‘Esteemed Practitioner’?” “Mister Esteemed Practitioner.” “We appear to be about the same age. I am not a ‘mister’ to you.” “Well, you certainly act like one,” she retorted. At the irritated look he gave her, she pouted.
