"And everything about you reminds me of a wasp. Unpleasant, unlikable. You only know how to sting. You are short lived and exist to be swatted and your hive exist to be exterminated. At least a farmer brings forth something worthwhile through their work and his hoe is far stronger than what the insect can possibly ever hope to muster." He huffed.
"Do you have anything else to add before I go on about how pathetic it is you cling to the hope of repairing your family’s broken reputation?"
She cocked her head. “Goodness Darius! How merciless can you be~? Did I happen to strike a nerve? Perhaps one in those fat arms you have. Anywho, I digress. If you wish to speak ill of my father and his poor choices, do it. I doubt you can even wrap your brutish head around proper politics anyway! So speak.”