At the censure, Chris pulled his head away and mumbled something incomprehensible to himself. It was more for the effect than anything particularly to be said. His summon had the right of it, although that left Chris without much of an outlet for people treating him like some kind of untested kid. He was a summoner, and that came with responsibilities he'd been preparing for all his life. If that didn't push him into adulthood, what did?

"Fine," he huffed. "You win, Belthazor. Are we going yet or do you want to scold me some more?"