"When you thought I was fucking with you," Fiyero points out, clearly not censoring his swears. But true, he seemed to have moved past that towards the end of them writing to each other.

Extravagant is probably accurate. All the gold detailing and buttons and straps. Though now he's opened it up and is slouching against the seat, he looks on the more haphazard side of debonair.

"I don't exactly have much of a wardrobe, seeing as I just got here," he explains.