Aktamun's grin perished when Kent delivered his three verbal bitch slaps. Inconsiderate. Selfish. Unskilled. He actually took a step back when he heard them, like he had been stricken in the face. Aktamun was not often called names like that and the venomous, almost serene way with which Kent said them made it somehow worse.
Aktamun felt something hot and furious coil in his stomach. Embarrassment, which he remembered from when he was little, when he screwed up his magic and all the girls laughed at him, and underneath... Something else, something hotter and more fiery that he did not, could not fully comprehend yet.
"I am not unskilled," Aktamun bit back and it seemed as if something dark swirled around in his eyes. "I am not the one ruining everyone's fun. Why can't you just fucking lighten up for once?"