<blockquote>T’Challa spreads his hands, his eyes still gleaming. A predator, draped in sheepskin, innocence quivering from his every pore. “Can a king not pay a visit to his friend?”
M’Baku chokes on a bark of laughter, startled violently from his throat by the sheer audacity of it all. He coughs and pounds at his chest with his fist, the blow muffled by his armor. T’Challa watches him patiently, a pensive line between his brows, and M’Baku finally leans back, his shoulders still quivering with mirth. “You are outrageous,” he says. “We are anything but friends.”</blockquote>
