colder than a witch's tit in a brass bra

Hati grunted again - anyone who spent any time around Hati at all knew that grunting was in fact his primary form of communication so it wouldn't be any surprise - this time in satisfaction as the mystery was solved for him. Made sense - she was the daughter. "Yes. Rhys Imperialis grew up here when it was Imperium. She was a pain in my ass," he added in fond remembrance. "Mouthy little bitch." He nodded to himself. As grumpy as he'd always pretended that made him, he'd always been pleased at her brass. She'd been a lot like Daegmar... he'd always admired that 'fuck you' in Daeg, and he'd respected it in the young Rhys Imperialis as well. "She do well for herself?"