"You don't think so?" Atticus repeated mockingly, as though he couldn't believe the words he was hearing. "Prince Alistair, don't be ridiculous, since when do you even think?"
Prince Alistair's face purpled, and his eyes blazed with rage. "How dare you insult me?"
"Are those ears attached to your head merely just a decoration?" Atticus retorted. "Or perhaps you've lost whatever little sense you had fighting the griffin earlier. Open those eyes of yours. I slayed this griffin. It's my kill." Atticus said the last few words slowly, pointing to himself as though he was talking to a particularly dim-witted child.
"Your kill is… " Atticus made a show of looking around before a pitiful look crossed his face. "Nowhere to be found."
