Friendly Discourse

"I do not understand how you are able to convince me to talk to a child I would much rather avoid," Aseko mumbled, standing in front of a room door with me as I knocked on it gently. "I do not even like this kid, Orion." 

"What does that have to do with me?" I ask, frowning at him. "I don't care if you do not like the kid, we need him and you are going to try and be nice to him." 

Sighing with resignation, Altair merely stood beside me like a puppy scolded by its owner. 

"What is it with you two anyway? I didn't think someone who is as old as you are is going to be able to have this kind of animosity towards a child of all people." I ask, raising my eyebrow at him. 

Before he could answer, the door opens and his highness, prince Cristopher opens the door, making eye contact with me before turning to Altair with a look of disgust coming on his face. 

"Why is he here?" He asks in as monotone of a voice as possible.