Connor.

[He says absently. On his face is a grimace that becomes more deeply set as she spills details of the abysmal labyrinth.]

You're not serious, are you? [Then he screws his eyes shut and sucks his breath in as if suddenly cut. Of everything he has heard since awakening in that castle, acidic lizards are not the most far-fetched.] Of course you're serious. God, I am so not cut out for this. Is there a written test I can take instead?