He laughed, low and sharp even as her nails raked his cheek. "The kitten has claws... foolish child." His hand caught her wrist, wrenched to pull her around and back toward him. "Time for lessons, little kitten. Speak of what you heard and you will not sing for your little dragon again," he hissed with odd sibilance to the words. In the remnants of the light, blood trailed down his cheek, almost as if he were crying.