"I can walk by myself," Wrath grumbled.
"I'm sure you can run a marathon too," he said sarcastically.
"Hmph!" she harrumphed.
"You should enjoy this while you can. I'm not sure I'll be able to piggyback you once you're all grown up."
"You think I'll still grow taller?" she cheered up.
"Oh yeah, I take that back. I guess I'll still be able to carry you even when you're 50," he smirked.
She tightened her grip on his neck and choked him.
"Hey! That was uncalled for," he pinched her thigh.
"Ouch! I have enough strength to walk! Let me go!" She yanked around.
Lust smiled patiently, "You'll miss being babied around by me one day. I know Pride secretly does; that giant baby."
"I doubt that you can even lift him now, he's heavier than you."
"No way! I'm taller than him. Are you saying that I'm not muscular enough?"
"He's a trained athlete! You're a musician. Not that hard to guess if you ask me."
