Blackfeather Woods You'll marry Ser Loras

Miraak continues to taunt him, biting into his own rivalries and fears. It is a tactic Vaati should have expected from the elder, but it causes his hackles to raise none the less; his threat of his own weaknesses were his weakness, and he did not like others making it apparent to him. "I am not my brother, I did not share his interests," It was well and good that Ganondorf had chosen to do so long before him, he did not care. What sent a snarl through his maw was the assumption that because he had not, Vaati was in some way, lesser than his younger, smaller, feeble minded brother. Evidently incorrect of course, but nonetheless irritating. He did not appreciate the feeling of having to justify himself in front of his current tormentor; he did not like having to explain himself at all.

The tactic worked to some degree, but not enough to truly enrage the boy to the level of inspiration Miraak had wished. Perhaps before the arrival of Kahlil and Neo, but now, he had learned the game and the game was now his bitch. "But now I do, are you going to train me or continue to compare me to him?" He spits out the demand with a violent declension on the mention of his brother, more insulted that the elder should spend his time talking about that incestual idiot than focus on training Vaati himself.