"Ow!" he said, massaging his wounded arm just in time for her to get her claws into his neck. "I wasn't done with that, you know. And I spilled the candle on it, I'll stand up." he said.
Martell pride was a touchy thing. Even if it likely meant that Myrwin was going to be on the receiving end of a parentally-instigated beating, if not a harsher punishment.
"I should go change if we're going out tonight." he pointed out from his position on the floor, Aery's nails dug into his neck.