"How about you untie my hands so that my dignity remains unscratched?" Adam said, trying to glare at Bryar. It made his head hurt to concentrate that hard. No one was scratching him. Scratching by other people only happened by accident and usually came from sharp toddler fingernails as far as Adam was concerned.
Adam turned to look at Z very seriously. "I don't know a lot about runes, but I can say that I know a bit about spells," he told her. "So I think it'll be all right, as long as you let me get a word in edgewise." Adam might not remember this conversation, but he'd remember what she'd done in the hall. And they might have this conversation again then, when he had a chance to ask her about it.
"I am going to beat Gerard's ass most severely later," Adam said, looking woefully at the Skele-Gro. Cracked skull! That was absolute bullshit. They were so not friends anymore. "Look, I'm not saying I'm refusing to take it, but I am saying that it tastes like ass and I don't want to take it. For your reference. Also, I need my hands for drinking." Adam was not - absolutely not - letting Bryar feed him, even if it was just a cup of Skele-Gro.