“You know, I have to commend you for being able to evade me for so long.”

It was a bit uncharacteristic for Aventurine to look so focused - to sound so serious - but he’d been pushed to a corner.

Even in his rather perturbed state, Aventurine couldn’t stop the smirk that rose to his face as if it had been perpetually plastered there.

“You don’t want me to make an enemy of me,” he said coolly, “I can be quite forgiving, though. What do you say we just talk?”