Brendan sat with his arms crossed and a frown creasing his brow as he stared at the screen in front of him. He jumped several centimeters into the air with nothing but his glutes propelling him, when Adrian leaned over the side of the open cabin and chided, "You look a lot more like your father when you frown. Which is funny, because my impression of the king is that he's a mildly cheerful paper pusher."
Brendan rolled his eyes and snorted, while he watched Adrian shamelessly reading the screen that he'd been staring at. "Paper pusher?"
"It's a phrase from back when forms were printed on paper, and were physically moved from one side of a desk to the other as they were processed," Adrian explained without a trace of condescension, as though it were a particularly interesting alloy.
"I know," Brendan replied mildly.
Adrian straightened and gazed at him suspiciously. "Why'd you ask then?" he taunted.
