"Thierry, how could you dismiss your own lineage? Do you say this to Lepponen's face?" Demetri clicked his shoes to underscore his point.
     "I say whatever I want. What's she going to do about it?" Thierry lolled on the couch, Francesca having scooted the maximum distance possible shot him a foul glare, not wanting dirty sneakers on her evening gown. (Apparently finding the floundering child preferable to sit next to than Ellen, for some reason.)
     "Really! Do you underestimate Inka's power?"
     "Do you underestimate mine?" Thierry replied, nearly brushing the floor with his messy hair.
Demetri rolled his eyes, unable to think of a good retort under the disinvited haze.
     "What's that I always say about enternal children? Oh yes. Wretched." he said under his breath.