Luncheon: Liam, Mr. Cabot, and Van, and Open
Mr. Cabot's eyes narrowed and Liam was ready to throw a punch at Van, regardless of what happened. But he was more scared of his father than he was of Van, not that he would openly admit that he was scared of anything to anyone. "Ignore him, dad," Liam tried, "He's a spineless baby and he'll go crying to his Head of House." But Mr. Cabot was already fired up. The direspect shown toward him wouldn't go ignored.
"Did I ask for your opinion?" he growled, with an actual growl beneath his voice. Liam didn't tuck his tail but his mouth shut and his jaw clenched. Mr. Cabot looked right into Van's eyes and without breaking contact, he shoved Liam's food onto the floor. The dish and utensils clattered, drawing some attention and the people at the table sat silent.
"How clumsy of you," he said looking at Van, "Looks like you need to bring my son another plate since you dropped this one."