The Hound's eye twitched at Rosa's language. The actions that followed were swift and decisive. His silver blade erupted from its hilt and hissed into the kneeling woman's left calf slowly.
"Watch your tongue you schutta and accept your gift graciously," he snapped, twisting the blade further into her calf.
"Watch your tongue you schutta and accept your gift graciously," he snapped, twisting the blade further into her calf.