"Hi bro, what's up? Been a while." Damon waved his brother over. "Where is the little monkey?"
"She is sleeping." John casually answered. He did not seem to be that bothered by basically staying in a lockdown in the castle.
"You are not angry?"
"Why?"
Instead of John, Georgina, his sister-in-law, cut in with her venomous voice. "Why would he be angry over anything? A man needs to have a pair of balls to have that sort of emotion. Don't you know? Your brother lost his. Now he is basically a fucking woman who does fucking fishing all the time!"
John inhaled slowly. "Georgina, we talked about this." He calmly spoke.
Georgina, however, seemed to be on one of her bitch rants. Damon felt a headache coming on. He had absolutely no interest whatsoever in listening to the hateful woman. He simply moved away and walked over to Nevin and Sylvara.
