“You’re kidding me, aren’t you.” Rhyderi was glaring heavily at Seres now, very unimpressed with the way she was speaking to him. “I am not even 30 years of age yet – and my kind live to be nearly 400 years old. I’m not even considered an adult by my society’s standards.”
He pushed her away, though the gesture wasn’t rough. “Speak for yourself. You are so clumsy, you trip over your own feet at times.”