[There's audible relief in the way he laughs at that, even if he's trying to hide it.] Go on and try, then. I suppose there is precedent. [His own ego isn't so important that he can't remind Myr earnestly of that. They've always felt evenly-matched, in their way. Even if it is Simon's job--more than a job; his entire raison d'etre--to be able to take a mage down instantly should he really need to, that doesn't need to come into play. Not like this; not between friends. Not even when Myr still calls him 'ser.']

I don't know what they're feeding them, but I want some. I've got a status to maintain. I can't be doing with elves twice my size. [Or anyone, for that matter.] In any case, I still think you're better off back in Kirkwall than here, and I'd trade you if I could, but I'll bring you back a souvenir if you like.