"LIAR!" Galad struck Gilderoi and rose off his lap, stalking around the room. He eyed the canvas materials, the frames, and started knocking them to the floor.
"I left my betrothed to come here and convince you not to abandon me, and you're telling me it's your right, your moral prerogative, to pursue an interest in the arts and betray your brother in the process? BULLSHIT." Galad threw a canvas to the floor, breaking it into bits.