You!' Skeet bellowed.
When uttered with just the right tone, this is the universal name for any boy. Accordingly, all heads snapped towards the angry master.

Are you planning to kiss me?' Aedan asked.
'No.' Emroy wrinkled a pimply nose.
'Then why are you standing so close?' Aedan's tone was perfect innocence.

And I just want to tell you, at some point it doesn’t matter who was right and who was wrong. At some point, being
angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning
yourself without thinking about it.

An angry enemy is a conquered enemy

It's futile to talk reason to anger

Yes, I'm sure [the princess] thinks daily of a delinquent midget apprentice growing up to claim her hand ahead of all the nobles and princes of the realm. What could any of them possibly give that you don't have, except titles, land, wealth and all that.