Well, Xavier internally scoffed at the irony because if someone dared to say the same thing about his wife, then he probably would have sent the person to the afterlife, too. Covertly at the least. So that Luca wouldn't have to see such a disgusting sight.
Tch.
Unfortunately for him, he had larger problems.
To his side, said little wife was practically clutching at his cuffs, golden eyes shimmering with distress as though someone was just about to announce the end of the world.
Technically, nothing had happened.
No injuries.
No official report.
And it would have been counterproductive to impose standard military punishment on what had, by the grace of Princess Tharkira's laughter, been rebranded as a proper orcish greeting.
So instead, Xavier decided on something more appropriate.
