Cerulean Cape if someone is talking about you behind your back, just fart

Did she seriously just break out the Dad jokes?

Raptor blinked owlishly at her. Once again he had nothing to say back to that. Mostly because the thought of his father opened a whole new kettle of worms worth of emotions that he was incapable of dealing with at the best of times — let alone right now.

She gave another wrench on the bone and for her efforts was sent tumbling backwards. Raptor snorted, allowing his snarl to briefly shift to a mocking grin. He made no attempt to rush her while she was open to attack, but when the female stood back up and threatened him with the jagged edge of his broken treasure, insulting him three ways, he considered that he should have. He really had no reason to fight her. He had been the one to fuck up in the first place. But she was provoking him and he was stewing in his own fabricated rage.

"I might be a bastard," he seethed lowly. "But yer gonna be the ugly one if you try to take me on."

He wouldn't make the first move. But he'd make the last one.