Uno sighed and leaned back in his chair, his blue eye now looking into that deep green. "I didn't break any rules." He raised his hands in mock surrender. "I know, I know, I don't have a good history about that, but listen to me."
"Well…" Connor lifted his cup, swirling the untouched espresso before setting it back down. "I'm here, am I not?"
"Let's say," Uno began carefully, "that our first meeting… wasn't what you thought it was."
Connor's brow arched. "What are you referring to here? The day you appeared while Elias was training, or later when you decided to stick to me like a barnacle?"
"First," Uno said quietly. "I came because of you, not Victor."
Connor blinked once, then let out a quiet laugh that didn't sound particularly amused. "Because of me," he repeated. "Right. Not the man who executes gods for you and is your friend, but the mortal you decided to study in your free time. Tell me, are you allergic to self-awareness, or does it just not scale well with divinity?"
