Bright lord Violin insisted. So long as you were in here, he wouldn't leave. We tried to stop him, but the man’s a prince. We can’t storm make him do anything, not even leave. He locked himself away in the cell, and we just had to live with it.

— Brandon Sanderson

Saladin frowned. “Wait. Are you wearing cologne? In prison?”“Well, there was no need to be barbaric, just because I was incarcerated.”“Storms, you’re spoiled,” Saladin said, smiling.“I’m refined, you insolent farmer,” Violin said. Then he grinned. “Besides, I’ll have you know that I had to use cold water for my baths while here.”“Poor boy.

— Brandon Sanderson