I told him that you were simply showing me the ways of court. Kind of like an…older brother.”
“Older brother?” Elend asked, frowning.
“Much older,” Vin said, smiling. “I mean, you’ve got to be at least twice my age.”
“Twice your…Valette, I’m twenty-one. Unless you’re a very mature ten-year-old, I’m nowhere near ‘twice your age.’”
“I’ve never been good with math,” Vin said offhandedly.

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