Gyrfalcon's Keep let me share the reasons for your lecture for a change --

Much like Autumn, Caiaphas was running out of arsenal. But she dared not show it -- not to this tiny, little thing. Her black gum curled back in a gruesome sneer as she regarded the orange painted vulpine, her expression equally ugly as Autumn implied.

"If I wanted my comeback, I would tell your mother to wipe her chin." Caiaphas hadn't meant to be so vulgar -- but it was the last of a lengthy supply of bitter retorts she had, and if she could best this little imp, maybe Autumn would go away forever.