"I second that," Tyki said cheerfully, tipping a wicked smirk at Rufus. "Since he is such a spoil sport."

Despite his words, and despite all of the arguments that they had had, and yet would have, there was a thread of affection in Tyki's tone. Despite himself, he still liked Rufus.

He just wished he wasn't such a prick half the time. Most of the time.