"Gonna keep me alive when I go reaving for a year with Uncle!" he protested, now more child than man. He tended to swing fairly wildly between the two of late.
"Father can't kill me in the morning." he said smugly. "I'm too cute to kill." he teased, then looked at the rather ruined book. "I wonder if I can have a scrivener make a copy..." he said dubiously. "Do you know how much that would cost?" he asked hopefully.