Dawn Treader Valley nobody move, there's blood on the floor

So the boy could do more than yap. Color him surprised. The smarmy little smile he wore, a politician’s greatest asset, made Euryalos’s gums itch. He ground his teeth together, feeling the audible screech of enamel.

There was one thing in this life that would always draw his ire, and that was a politician trying to get on his good side. Euryalos didnt have a good side, that was torn from him with every second of servitude he had lived through.

What did the boy think of him? Euryalos did not care.

He followed because he was ordered to.

He’s still talking.

Euryalos fixes him with an expressionless face. He’s a soldier, not a kingmaker. His tongue slid from inside his mouth, dragging over his gums and the side of his mouth. Then, very helpfully, he gave a shrug and a grunt.