Bramblepoint Nothing on this earth can break your heart

It seemed as though the guy was being genuine about his lack of knowledge. Now that he had a short moment to think, it made no sense that he would have known about Lazarus; it would have had to be an elaborately staged plot if that were so, or a dumb coincidence for him to have taken in the broken, fallen down man after the scuffle along Moonspear's ledges. He relaxed somewhat for a moment, and even noted that it seemed Dhole's dad didn't realise who he was, but his relaxation was short lived.

Charon visibly stiffened when he was called an insane fuckstick; not just because he was being called a name, but one that insinuated that he had only one purpose. There was a wicked desire in Charon's gut that made him want to show Dhole's dad how much of an insane fuckstick he really was, one that frightened even himself. He trembled angrily as he decided to fight with words rather than actions, retaining himself from wrecking another's life just to get some of his control back. After inhaling sharply he retorted, "If anyone is the 'insane fuckstick' here, it'd be you and your hobby of catapulting yourself into passing prey from stupid-ass heights, dickhole!" His words were laced with derision, a haughty venom dripping off them -- he held no respect for the male after what he had done, even less so after he had only further unlocked something so vile and dark from Charon's depths.