Trying to get along with this man was like trying to mix oil and water, they didn't.

It was vise versa for the both of you; albeit at the cost of your sanity walking or breathing the same air as him would lead to some snarky comment threw at one another like little kids on a playground.

"Im not teaming up with you. I refuse to believe it."

He mutters looking at you, his dramatic personality coming out to take a bite again, more to irritate you. For some reason he defended you when you got insulted by others; like he was the only person that could insult you.

Obviously the stuff the man did sometimes were really temperamental especially with all the mixed signals he gave.

"Seriously that'd be sooo boring, we'd clear the whole area in minutes."

He frowned. Atleast it's not too bad at the moment. The whole reason he was complaining is because of how well you both got along combat wise, complimenting both of your fighting styles.

Childish and petty he was, although efficient at the same time.