Adam raised a brow, surprised by William's bow.
It was an amusing thought to have but also an indelible truth. William's behavior was typical in the mage's culture. Of course, he preferred a civilised discussion, but who was he to change ancestral rules?
Still, he settled for light punishments or crushing shows of strength instead of escalating the senseless violence. Then, depending on the other party's reactions, he could consider cooperation... or burying them six feet under if they represented a future threat.
He observed William for a moment before nodding. "Even if it was a joke from Misha, you tasted the powerlessness and despair of being condemned because of words." A smile replaced his provocative smirk. "Relax; they won't stick to your skin. Remember your youthful days, too. I bet you committed mistakes you still regret now. So, why are you so inflexible with others?"
