“See? Plotting. I knew it,” he said, snorting as if he had figured out Arthur’s deep dark secret. “Wicked boy keeping it from me this long,” he said, giving a light slap to the side of his leg. It wasn’t rough, wasn’t meant to hurt. Just to keep things going, keep that edge on it for the times at work when he couldn’t.

“Anything else I can think of would be suspicious. You’ve used that before,” he pointed out. “And we’ll know but others will think it’s sarcasm because you’re a dick to me.”