"Darling, what did the fish do to deserve such brutal treatment?" Felih chides idly as he leans over the arm of the chaise, tail twitching lazily from side to side as he lies there and watches P'rihnn cook. He's much more elegant about fileting and butchering fish and meats, so the force P'rihnn uses is startling.

"And no offense, dear, but you've shown that you're prone to temper and getting loud."