“Look,’ I say. ‘It’s weird enough having a semisentient sword without being in the middle of an argument between you two. Can you please just let it go?’
‘What did she show you?’ He holds up his hand. ‘Wait. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know that you’ve seen me dancing in my underwear to my favorite music.’
‘Angels wear underwear?’ Oh, man, I wish I hadn’t said that. I’m just digging myself in deeper and deeper today.
‘No.’ He shakes his head. ‘Figure of speech.’
‘Oh.’ I nod, trying to get the image out of my head of Raffe dancing to some rock song, possibly buck naked.”