"Oy, you, welp, did you just pissin' glare at me, eh?" Silverfish said, close enough to the man that his breath could be felt on his cheek. "What, am I too loud for you? Is it too early in the morning?"
"No… No, Ser," the man said.
"What was that? I can't understand a word of that dog tongue that you're saying," Silverfish said. "It's about time you learned a proper language if you're going to be fighting with us."
"They've only been with us for a day, Silverfish," Harland pointed out. He seemed to be doing it more for the purposes of jabbing at Silverfish, rather than defending the newcomer from him.
"That's long enough," Silverfish said. "Why's this dog not answering me? Does he not know the words yet? I can teach him."
"He apologizes, Silverfish," Penelope broke in, translating the man's nervous whimpering for him.
