Snippet #2102099

Alain barely felt the slap. It was more insulting than painful, and he glared her down the entire time. He replied to her idiotic little miff about being childish with his own logical response. No sense sinking down to a child's level to argue with a child, they would simply beat you with experience, "I will keep in mind that your oh so developed...what, teenage mind is so much more intellectually sound than mine, and that using one's brain for logical analysis of a situation is considered childish in whatever dream world you live in. If you cannot accept the fact that your heir is making an idiotic decision, then you are more foolhardy than your peasant position and lack of any formal education grants you leniency for." And then the little servant rushed her mistress away, hurrying as though it really mattered. As though an experienced assassin and thief could not outrun a servant girl and a girl in a torn dress. Fine. He honestly didn't care. He turned on his heel and headed back towards dining area. Maybe he would get lucky, and Trifect would still be there, waiting to offer him a job he would be interested in.