"Arghhhh!" Stefan yelled, taking a few steps back in pain.
His mouth was pursed in pain as he grabbed his throbbing arm which I released as soon as he screamed.
"Don't overreact. I made sure I was gentle. Your arm is fine." I said calmly to the boy who was writhing in pain due to the throbbing sensations coursing through his bones.
"You bastard, how dare you-"
"My, my… can't you mind your language, Sir Stefan Netherlore Zenith?" I accentuated my tone, giving a deeper meaning to my words.
For a noble to speak so vulgarly, surely it was frowned upon by many. Stefan became flustered by my words and gritted his teeth in annoyance. However, the boy now knew that he couldn't make any careless move against me.
Turning back to the seated girl who silently watched our little exchange, I repeated my question.
"Am I disturbing you?"
