"Really?" Oberon asked with genuine interest and surprise on his face. It almost seemed as though he had forgotten his anger as he looked at the four-armed woman. "No one can lie in her company? That's so funny! I called you a fool, an oaf, and an idiot. That must mean you really are as dense as you look!"
"It doesn't work like that," Eldon stated through clenched teeth. "You can only speak what you believe to be the truth. Since I believe you are a stuck up, little, egotistical, son of a—"
"Son!" Lyden snapped before Eldon could finish his statement. "I know you're upset with him, but that's no reason to use his poor language."
Actually, Eldon thought that was a perfect time to use such language, but he chose not to argue with his father. Lyden Snow was set in his ways.
