Uriel's sudden outburst startled her. She frowned at him disapprovingly while he started pacing. Great, a tantrum was just what she needed while she was trying to have a reasonable discussion. Clearly her younger brother was still very much a child, whatever his size might suggest. And with that thought to reassure her, she picked up her cup and sipped her tea, and just let him rage.

When it seemed he was done, she took the time to set her cup down carefully, moving the bread to avoid getting honey on her cup. "Come now, Uriel, there's no need for vulgarity when we're only worried about you," she said at last, her eyes moved from her cup to her brother. Clearly suggesting the baby wasn't his had been a mistake. He was clearly obsessed with the harlot and wouldn't hear a bad word about her. Fine. Perhaps in a few months the enchantment would wear off and he would draw his own conclusions. For now, she would have to tread even more carefully. "The bread is nice."