"Hello, son." Maledict didn't look up from his lute as he hovered in the air in near-human form, his tail dangling below him and his posture relaxed. He was dressed in an open shirt of black silk and grey pants, both trimmed and embroidered with gold.
"You are not my father," Kir said coldly, causing Maledict to miss a string with his claw.
"If I'm not your father, what does that make me?" he asked with a slow chuckle.
"Just some deadbeat who tried to exploit me. But I'm through with your games, and your wife's."
"And here I thought you'd be happy we got back together. We'll have plenty of time to get past all this exploitation nonsense... But I think you're wrong, at least at this moment."
