The Sunspire schweigen

a sad man, mahler decided. he would have been lying if he laid out the claim that vercingetorix’s mockery of him did not rankle. but the  gargoyle had experienced it from others, and so it cost him less — at least for the present.
deciding to believe that the other was jealous of his liaison with aurëwen, and basking in his assumption with an air that would only cause guilt when he remembered it again, mahler grunted but said nothing more. 
let verx have the last word. he had more pressing matters of his own to attend, but hoped maliciously that his dick, as the grating seawolf had called it, would only cause more strife for the unsuitable pair in days to come.