"Feathery bitch?" Torq was surprised by the crassness of Inala, "That's not the way to…"
"Oh, please," Inala rolled his eyes, "It irritates me to hear you call him Nusantara Celestial this, Nusantara Celestial that."
"He's a feathery bitch, and that's all there is to it." A pause later, Inala made eye contact with a mildly pissed expression, "There is no reason to give respect to an enemy."
"I didn't mean it like that," Torq shook his head, blinking in surprise when he felt his mood was improving for some reason.
"I think I realise the issue here." Inala observed Torq and spoke, "You've become an old man mentally, even though you are residing as a young man now."
"What do you mean…" Torq tilted his head in confusion.
"Exactly what I said," Inala explained, "You observe the environment with a peaceful daze, watch the clouds pass overhead in satisfaction, and perceive every living being as a cute youngling."
