"Debase", says the man who has seen me at some of my lowest points. [Zahliya rolls his eyes and stands, balancing much as a mountain goat would on a steep slope. The roof isn't quite as steep, but the principles apply.] Please. Carrying you like a sack of luggage would be as simple as breathing. It would be you who would be embarrassed, not I.

[....no, it would be both of you idiots. What is this.]