"Yeah well.. You're insufferable. You go from hot, to cold. I don't know what's up with you, alright?" Wric's hands fling in the air. Nearly dropping his cola in the process, but managing to recover it as his arms go back down to his side. Making rapid hand gestures as he talks as if he was juggling something. "How am I suppose to trust you in combat if I can't tell where your head is at? Always calling me dumb, and berating like me I'm some stupid animal.. News flash, I'm not just some stupid goat Dionysus made. I'm a person too." the boy says hissing now, and canines visible as he's just as angry. There's a bit of a scene, people watching them as his fists clench together shaking from anger.<br/><br/>"Think I don't want a chance to meet my god, and impress them? Of course I do! But, another four years of this..?" his voice drops, and he sighs shaking his head, and a hand at her. "I don't think I can do it."