listen here, old man

Jupiter blinked once. Twice. His brow furrowed in genuine indignation. His tone equal parts offended and alarmed, he replied, "What? No!" God no. The story of Rhyme was as much of a boinking deterrent as weepy pustules; even if he would have been tempted, lured in by love or sex appeal, no fucking way. Valentine's question caught him off guard for more than just that reason. When he'd said mistakes he hadn't been thinking about that kind of mistake. But now that they were on the topic, he had some questions there too. "But I guess I want to talk about those kinds of mistakes too."

"You had a bunch of kids with a couple different women, right?" He was quiet for a second to make sure Valentine wasn't going to bite him for being insolent. When it seemed safe, he asked the dangerous question, "What makes what you did better than what Rhyme did?"