What a smile that is. "That's nice of him," Zephyr says, still sounding highly dubious. "Let me know if he starts being a jerk, all right? I don't mind punching him for you."

Translation: Please give him an excuse to punch Devin for you, Fool.

It's a little harder to maintain lightness in the face of the last. Zephyr lets out a long sigh, companionably melancholy. "Probably not. Even if we could get in unsupervised, I don't think we'd practically be able to get to your things. ... Sorry."