Of course...
Feeling the chill seeping from his soles up to the top of his head, Teleport felt it too.
Is cooperation really a good start?
When exactly do you plan to screw me over, and how? Could you at least give me a heads up?
—It's killing me!
"Can you please speak properly?" Teleport snapped, pointing at him and saying, "If you keep this up, I'll give you back your friendship fee. We don't have to be friends. We can just be enemies again, okay?"
Hallmaster Dao covered his chest with his hands, stumbled back a couple of steps in feigned horror, and looked around with his pale face. His eyes curved, adding a hint of a tragically wronged, "pear flowers with raindrops" look to his face:
"What's wrong with me, Lord Shou? Did I say something wrong?"
"Can't I express my true self in front of a good friend?"
This "true self" of yours is way too flamboyant... Teleport raged inwardly:
You're Hallmaster Dao!
You're the terrifying Dao Qiongcang!
