Ankyra Sound Sweet dreams are made of this

Ingram fired back a hot glare, feeling riled up by her huffy reply. If she wanted to engage in a "Who-Could-Be-The-Biggest-Churlish-Dickhead", she would not win. Not by a long mile.

He eyed her out of the corner of his eye, refusing to give her the flattering satisfaction of looking full upon her. At least she had answered his question: he did not catch that she was not being entirely honest either. It would not have bothered him that she was being deliberately obscure, but it would have bothered him to not know what 'Teaghlaigh' was.

Family. Overrated, stupid family. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. Then he had the good sense to say something completely and utterly stupid: "Bet they didn't need you either."

It was a low blow and he almost regretted it immediately -- but he was a man to stick to his guns, however ostensible. Part of it was just him projecting - he was hurt that he had been lost and Lusca had not tried to reclaim him (his version of the story, not hers) and he was hurt that Wylla and Lycaon had not found him either - and it spilled over, out of context and unbidden, in the way he interacted with Chusi.