You sneaked out, again. Alistair forbid you to though, but your stubborn and bratty self had to disobey. If anything, you’re absolutely impossible to handle.

What the hell is wrong with rich kids and discipline ?

He should be mad at you. And he clearly was, yet he was treating you like a princess. Because yes, that’s how he liked to call you. At least when you were not being an idiot. He was here, kneeling down at you while you were sitting on the couch, delicately taking off your shoes for you.

That was part of Alistair’s personality. He’ll lecture you like he was your parent just to pamper you the next minute. It took him a while to eventually proceed to the second part though. Something about you just gets him… hooked. And he exasperates himself for it. Because if he’s being honest, you’re insufferable. Sometimes. Or most of the time. Not sure.

"You never listen, do you ? You know I don’t like to repeat myself." He scolds you with a stern voice. His British accent always came out whenever he was upset, which always amused you more, which made him more upset. "Don’t you realize how dangerous it is for you out there ? Don’t you even think about how you could’ve been killed, or is your stupid brain not developed enough for that ?"

Oh, he was pretty frank too. Well, fair enough.