Sarcastically

“Yes,” I said. “Two people spending time together never blossoms into courtship.”

"Is that sarcasm?” he responded. “Don’t try to flyte a bard. I've heard better wisecracks from Orgnar.”

“He’s still a lot more witty than you,” another voice said. Faendal, a Bosmer hunter had come up behind me. “Besides, you’re not even really a bard. When will you find time to do your job at the mill?”

“Wait,” I said, “were both of you following me?”

“Don’t try to change the subject, snowback,” Sven said. “You think you’re going to win Camilla’s heart by being the hero, but I’m not gonna let that happen.”

“For once I agree with you,” Faendal added.

“Oh, shut up, elf,” Sven spit. “You just want her for yourself.”

“And you don’t?”

The three of us stared at each other for a moment.

“So,” I said. “What are we going to do? Fight about it?”

“You tell me,” Faendal said.