Haha, what a punk. The kid’s face looks vaguely familiar, but Volkner can’t place it. He slings an arm around the other kid.
“I’m not your uncle.” His voice is like venom as he knuckles the kid on the forehead. “I’m young enough to be your brother.“
He blinked as Volkner swung an arm around him. Huh, weird, he wasn’t that touchy when he was still Conan.
"Aren’t you around Forty though–” he groaned as he felt the other’s fist digging into his forehead. “Ouch.”
