"You know the difference now." Her eyes searched him, before she prodded him, to where he was laying on his back again. It was much more convenient for her that way versus the other way. "And you've done nothing to amend it." She giggled again, placing a hand to her chin.

"My, your parents were so unlucky to have a brat like you. Your mother really wasted her time with that ultimate sacrifice. You'd be better off dead, and then maybe they could have had a kinder, thankful son... or even a daughter." She laughed at the idea that produced. Laharl in a dress.

Hah!