"Hmm?" Cecile raised her eyebrows. "I'm surprised, I thought you would sulk in a corner."
"W-Well, I didn't say I like it, but damn, do they really call me that?" asked Lyon. He indeed had found some clues of why he would be called something like that. After all, he knew himself.
"They called you that," said Cecile as she nodded. "I was there, oh, you can also ask Graham, he would tell you the same thing."
"Nah, I won't ask him about it, he seemed to be biased toward the truth," said Lyon.
"Meaning?" asked Cecile.
"Meaning that he is more likely to tell me that they wouldn't say that," said Lyon.
"Really? Graham is an honest kid, you know," said Cecile with a smile.
"Yeah, well he is not a kid," said Lyon as he squinted his eyes.
"He was though," Cecile chuckled. "So you would believe me instead?"
"You are the woman that I married, right? Of course, I would choose you over someone else," said Lyon with a smile.
