listen here, old man

Valentine, his eyes narrowing and his expression becoming increasingly unreadable, stared daggers at Jupiter after he'd fallen silent. He waited for a second thinking there would be more, but when there wasn't, he asked gruffly, "What, you fuck your cousin too?" I mean, where else was he supposed to take that statement? In this family the only mistakes that mattered were awfully big. They could all get away with murder under the right circumstances. Which meant the field for truly bad mistakes was fairly small. It seemed a fair question, then, although he could only imagine which cousin might be dumb enough to take Jupiter on. There were a couple he wondered about.