braying jackass

Valentine couldn't decide if the girl was playing dumb or if Rhyme was that much of a jackass so his first response was a derisive noise in the back of his throat. He shook his head in disgust. The schism between himself and Rhyme he could handle. It was his son's rejection of someone who clearly loved him unconditionally that rankled the old man. "In that regard his sorrow is of his own making," he said tartly. And he did not have Valentine's sympathy.

"But I didn't come here to talk about my angsty son." He crossed his forelegs and eyed Theory speculatively. She had approached him, not the other way around, and he couldn't help but wonder if there had been a purpose behind it. Curiosity, plain and simple or did she had another reason? And please for the love of god don't let it be Rhyme and his whiny bullshit. Valentine would rather hang off a ledge by his sack than talk about poor sad Rhyme.