It seems your time in the sands has severely dulled your sense of humor, brother.
Cain watched the transformation with dark, quiet amusement. No doubt his precious royal brother was unused to being spoken to in such a manner. Three years of unchecked conquest had surrounded Blake with far too many sycophants and far too many groveling yes-men, all competing to kiss the hem of his red cloak.
Cain lazily splashed a wave of cold water with his good foot, giving his brother's growing fury precious little attention.
That casual dismissal, predictably, only served to stoke Blake's anger higher.
"I did not bring you here, nor have I kept you fed in this palace, for your sarcastic japes or your miserable company!" Blake hissed. He punctuated the insult with a deep, furious intake of breath through his nose, sounding remarkably like an iron-horned bull preparing for a bloody charge.
