"No such peacock, anymore: he's a mudhen now," He grins, elbowing her right back, "It was so satisfying, the way he went down. With his feet splayed out like that."

He doesn't mind Tobrevas, really. But there's something precious about the vision of a pile of fancy clothes being humiliated mid-strut, particularly if it at any point had designs on your sister.

"It's the little things. You know?"