Christopher shook his head, the black ringlets on his head bouncing mildly. “I can't."
Waverly huffed and stood up, throwing her arms in the air. “Is that all anyone ever says around here?"
“It wouldn't be ideal," Christopher stated, crossing his one leg over the other and placing his arm along the back of the couch. “Sawyer is completely focused on the Lunar Eclipse and his duties. He doesn't even answer my calls, let alone –"
“If you want an answer, I need to see him," Waverly said defiantly, emphasizing the 'need'.
Christopher observed her briefly, calculating his next move. Then, he grinned. “You drive a hard bargain," he replied, waving his pointer finger in her direction.
Despite his proud and elated countenance, Waverly remained composed and straightforward in her approach.
