[Being alone has cooled Fenris' temper some, but not entirely. The moment Zevlor says that (and it isn't an accusation, no matter what his stung ego howls) Fenris' head snaps up, indignance already leaping to his tongue.]

I was not the one who started it!

[He wishes he hadn't said it the moment it flies out of his mouth. He sounds like a child, not a very-nearly-almost adult. And Zevlor, for all that he can be exasperated with them both, doesn't usually leap to blame one over the other until he has all the facts. It was a question, nothing more.]

He—

[The briefest of hesitations, for some small part of Fenris doesn't want to tell Zevlor about this part. Best to go quick, then:] He wanted me to help him practice, and so I did. [Practice, yes, that's the term: far more innocuous-sounding than making out. A little faster, then:] Then he got pissy just because I'd done it before and he hadn't, and kept telling me I wasn't listening, and that I was only there to help him get in practice, and then he kicked me.

[His mouth twitches, and he adds with some small measure of satisfaction:]

It was the only hit he got in, though.

[So there.]

I did not start it. I simply finished it.

[And he's not displeased by that. But then, nosily:]

Did he tell you I started it?