“Get the snide look of your face. Atleast I don’t dress like a fifty year old man. And besides how do you not know if wasn’t my clothes anyways? You’re really starting to piss me off. I don’t know what’s worse though this or when you decide to go on your rants about your shit country. What is it called again? Shit Palace?”
What the fuck did you just say, you unnerving cur sack of shit.
The second he had heard the other even call his country ‘shit’ had his blood temperature rise. Never mind the clothing comment, but his country was one button too many to press with the Earl.
“I will give you two point five seconds to vacate this general area before I brew a blizzard so strong it will blow all the roofs of this academy off.”