Patrizio pulled the knife away from George and he crawled up on the bed to Darerca again. "What about to save your own life?
That time, Darerca didn't even hesitate. "No. Also fuck you."
Padraig entered as his sister swore at Patrizio and he widened his eyes a little. "So rude, Dee. He only has a little time in this country and he chose to use it to visit you. No need for harsh words." Padraig turned back to George and he lit a candle with the lighter in his pocket.
"Don't be gentle with her, Patrizio." Then he held the flame beneath one of George's arms. "I am certainly not going to be gentle with you, George."