"Oh?" Playfully bumping his sister's shoulder with his own, Rictor's tone softened and melded to one of gentle curiosity instead. "A friend? Tell me more about 'em. I feel like I don't get to hear enough about your life in Emillion, even now we're in the same f— uh, place."
The crass language was easier to let slip around Aspel, oddly enough. His own little needling act of rebellion. Around Seloria, on the other hand...