Both Ken and Retif looked up, and both gave each other a glare in unison. "Afraid not." Ken muttered, but nonetheless released his spell, making the glow fully disappear. It was almost tempting to say 'He started it' like a child, but he refrained himself from doing so.
"It was his fault." Retif, instead, muttered, pouting like a kid as he stared at the book, slightly black around the edges. Ken snorted and leaned back on his chair. "And yet you're older than me." He glanced over at Retif, who replied with a glare. "I am. So?"