[ Knowing what he did of the others. Well, really, Quentin and Julian were enough of an indication, he didn't think either one of them would say a word to him. The fact that Terry was talking to him was enough of a surprise. He nodded, however. He wasn't going to tell him that any of his ideas were bullshit. The kid was skittish, easily angered as it was.

And really, that type of advice left him a little befuddled. Did he actually talk to them like they were kids? His eyebrows quirked, and he grimaced, looking up at Bradbury like he was asking if he did that, before spreading his hands, palms up on his desk. ]

Got it. That should be easy enough. Most people don't like being talked down to, let alone fucking teenagers who can apparently take over countries. [ A hint of the biting sarcasm made its way into his voice, a wry twist that showed he was trying to cope with the outlandish idea. ]

That it?