"This is Master FitzThomas de Lisle," Cesare says with a smirk, deliberately using the word master to pick on him. If Joscelin is going to make things difficult while being polite at the same time, Cesare is going to do the exact same thing.
"We know eachother from a while back. What was it? 1800s? Back when they wouldn't let my dear friend here wear trousers past the knee." Another jab, but Cesare thinks he's pretty safe to do so with Joscelin. Joscelin invaded his conversation, not the other way around.
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"We know eachother from a while back. What was it? 1800s? Back when they wouldn't let my dear friend here wear trousers past the knee." Another jab, but Cesare thinks he's pretty safe to do so with Joscelin. Joscelin invaded his conversation, not the other way around.