"Oh, shit," Cormag exclaimed, creasing his body to hide from his apparent stupidity while chuckling somewhat girlishly, "Why the hell did I say that it moves on water?!"
Alexander chuckled, crossing his arms. Compared to Cormag's, his was a bit more quieter, even at its highest pitch.
"You're clearly becomin' more retarded, mate," he replied.
"You could've corrected me earlier, you know."
"I'd thought you knew what you just said earlier."
"That's non well good for an excuse. You looked like you didnon notice. You were like a damn statue."
"Same I could say for you saying I could've corrected you when you get jumpy like a scared cat."
"Fuck off, man."
Both chuckle at each other, before turning back to Laila.
"So, you say there's protective equipment," Cormag reiterated, "What's that made up of? Also, glad to see that you lassies can handle our manner of speech. Us Folaisians can tend to get pretty well vulgar in our conversations, just like the original Scots."