He gives Hercules a skeptical and somewhat offended look. "They're teenagers. You shouldn't be taking assists off a fourteen year-old. Age of majority's eighteen where I'm from."

There are plenty of lines he'll budge on or forget even exist. The 'if you're too young to drive you're too young to die on a quest to save the world' one isn't one of them. It's not about whether they're capable. As far as Dixon's concerned, the question doesn't even get so far as their abilities; they end their age in -teen, they're out of the running.

"Not one died, but some of us got close." Dixon doesn't consider himself in that number, although he probably would have gotten killed if he'd spent any longer on the battlefield with a bleeding wound and no magic left. He's racking up a mental list of the kids who got fucked up, ones that he's come to consider under his protection for reasons that have little to do with them and a lot with his self-esteem.