"Now that the Thalmor aren't in sight, ...yeah, sure. Let's call him a friend!" Aria said, and span around to look at Haru as he recovered.

He was restraining himself at this point! "Then why did you slam the door on me~!?" Haru complained. The Thalmor was probably laying dead, somewhere outside Riverwood with the worst smell lingering on his corpse. And not because rigamortis had set in!

Aria stood behind Cronic as her employee seemed ready to punch at her command. She and Haru never got along as friends, but they could dominate a battlefield as comrades, and were constantly pushing each other to try and remain stronger than the other. Rivals, but not quite 'hostile'.

"You never write me," Aria said smugly.
"That would draw suspicion!" Haru shot back.
"Not if you were smart about it," Aria snorted, "But then again you and smart aren't on the best of terms."
Haru twitched at Aria prodding him whilst already frustrated. He took a deep breath, and stood up straight.

"All I wanted was to talk about a job, alright? Can we be serious for a minute?"

Aria rolled her eyes toward Cronic and shrugged, "I have this guy to be serious for me. I find it too difficult!" she grinned.