"You're taller then me." Sinbad said accusingly. As if somehow Proteus had schemed and planned for this occurrence.
Proteus considered him carefully from where they lounged on the chaise on the balcony. It was true, Proteus realized. He hadn't realized he was growing taller than his friend. He shrugged, working growing pains out of his leg. "My father is tall. I suppose it is to be expected that I grow tall as well."
Sinbad's eyes narrowed as he continued to run the cleaning rag over the blade of his dagger. The well polished blade shone silver in the moonlight. "I liked you better when you were a kid. When you didn't have all your fancy answers."
"And when I was shorter, right?"