Lord Virelle's bloodline was mostly known for their speed, but what he himself was known for was just how bad his temper could be—and at that moment, the barely spoken words from Lord Noctare made it clear he was on the verge of exploding.
The spoon he had been holding dropped back onto his plate with a sharp clatter, but he didn't so much as glance at it. His eyes blazed as he opened his mouth, trying hard not to raise his voice, though his tone was still edged with fury.
"Are you going senile?" he snapped at Lord Noctare, jaw clenched tight as he attempted to rein in his frustration. "Do you have any idea what happened to the last person that did such a thing? Zyren had him flayed continuously until he was nothing but a bag of bones!"
