James picked up on Erica's frosty tone -he had not expected any differently in the first place- and when he glanced at her, it was not with his typical friendly, humourous face, but the cold, detached face of a soldier on lookout.
"That so? And who did we try to kil that upset him? The army of mindless, axe wielding robots? The insane wyvern? Or the dragon that I'm honestly still surprised didn't kill all of us? Or was it when we turned on each other that bothers him?"