Oh, if only looks could kill–Delsin would be on the floor.
“There is absolutely no way, that is coming out of my mouth.” His ego was a delicate thing, and his brother loved to push his buttons to the limit. “You say sorry, one more time for wrecking my shirt and maybe, maybe I’ll admit it.”
“F i n e, if you insist. I’m sorry I’ve mildly upset you by doing something you told me to do, Reggie.”
Every word was spoken with the usual zeal, a sarcastic attempt at sounding sincere. “Now say it- here, I’ll repeat it for you. ‘Delsin’s right, like he always is, and Reggie’s w r o n g .’”