The lizard let out a long, theatrical, deeply put-upon sigh - the sigh of something that had lost an argument it knew it was going to lose from the start, but still wanted full credit for resisting.
"Fine. Fine. One attempt. A small one. The smallest possible amount of whatever you're about to do." It fixed him with its one eye. "And when this goes spectacularly wrong, I want it on record that I objected with my whole chest. Which, I'll remind you, is most of what I currently have."
"Noted."
"With my whole chest, Raizen."
"Noted."
