[ Caster listens this explanation and doesn't try to interject, his hand idly resting on Archer's neck- thumb drawing shapes into the junction of his jaw and ear in a lazy caress. ]

So you're a mage who pretends to be a warrior, and it pains you.

[ No shit, the parallel here is almost poetic. Like the universe is making fun of them by throwing them in one place and one time again. Like, no shit where there is end to that ridiculousness. Caster did not expect their bitterness to mirror so closely. ]

And I'm a warrior who pretends to be a mage- [ We're similar, is that what you were trying to say, Archer? ] Funny how things are.

[ He moves closer so their foreheads can touch. ]

But what you do with that skills of yours is your own. Make the action genuine.