"Sebastian, I dare you to meet Artemus' mother and have a cup of tea with her before you leave."
The mage groaned.
"Fine. A-mu, what about you?"
"Tell the Emperor that you're considering monkhood and so you require a teacher."
"How cruel," Syryn tutted.
Artemus was playing the long game of torture. If Sebastian really did say that to the emperor then he had to carry out the act of monkhood. Plain bread and soup for meals, religious study, abstaining from pleasure, meditation - Artemus was trying to kill Sebastian.
"Is- is this revenge?" The mage asked.
"Yes."
"Can I give him his third dare?" Syryn asked Artemus. He was plotting again.
"Go ahead."
The mage wasn't feeling very comfortable at the moment. Syryn had a look in his eyes that promised pain.
"So, your last dare. Tell Rowan that I, Syryn, told you that I love the shape and build of your body, Sebastian." It wasn't even a lie.
