Permafrost Hollows Who does she think she is?

The implication behind her words went right over Qeorvik’s meaty head, though he did recognize it as mean-spirited and had a hard time believing she actually knew his mother. There was no reason to defend a parent he couldn’t remember or care less about, and he wouldn’t, yet he still could not stop himself from trying to rebut the girl’s expertly-served banter.

Who care what she think? he snorted, rolling his eyes, taunting her with the knowledge that she could not hurt him with this particular insult. He saw her as less of a threat in that moment; all bark and no bite. Good for you, get praise from small brains. Tell her to be dropping dead next time see her. He turned away from the firebrand with a lash of his powdered tail.