"Mild?" Van snapped, affronted. Van wanted to punch Wendy in the face all over again. He didn't even know the whole story of Van's punishment and he was calling it mild?
He moved past it, however, because Wendy then sorta-kinda gave him a compliment. Van leaned back and crossed his arms, slouching down. "If you want to fight back with words, the person first has to give a fuck what you say. That only works if you know anything about them. And you'll only know anything about them if you don't sit around telling made up stories without any proof about how you used to eat people. Poser."