"it's not my fault that Bausphomette has a worse sense of humor than you!"

Waver didn't move, and his voice was muffled by the table while his tail flicked in apparent horsey defiance. This wasn't the first time he was locked in such a form, but it was both inconvenient and embarrassing.

He looked up finally, glowering at John while peeking above his shirt sleeves.

"It's got something to do with a teacher in classical myth being a centaur, I bet. Also, with how my King is very fond of stories of one of the centaur's students."