listen here, old man

"Christ," Valentine's snarl echoed up from the depths of the den. After a minute his wizened face could be seen in the shadows. He glared up at Jupiter with bleary eyes. There was a sleep mark on the left side of his face and what might have been a little dry spittle although he would adamantly deny it. "I'm just old, not deaf. Asshole." He wormed his way out of the den and then sat hunched over like a sun hating vampire, blinking angrily in the bright light. He glared over at Jupiter, his expression hinting at a barely contained desire to bite him. "Well," he snapped. "I'm up. What do you want?"