Junior: His language is that of the physical. *looks over to a little used lute and several paintings he did* I’ve never been good at translating things with him.

Ben: *clamps his eyes shut* I told you he’d kill me.

Drake: *rolls his eyes and puts Ben down, muttering under his breath* …I’m not going to kill you.

Ben: You’re… not? *opens one eye*

Drake: What? *frustrated face* Do you want me to?

Ben: No, but you’ve always tried to before. *points out*