“Ungrateful?” replied Andreea, incredulously. “You may have seduced Nicoleta and me into this life. You just tricked her… him… as he was, poor Anton.”
“Actually, dear, you tricked ‘him’, as I recall the event.”
“Yes! Because you said you’d turn him into another mindless, drooling infant unless I- argh!” she exclaimed, which seemed an apposite expression considering the heavy swipe she had just received to her face.
“You will not speak of my daughters so,” ordered the fair lady, in a dangerous hiss. “How dare you… you… What are you, anyway, but an illiterate gypsy peasant? Yet you question how I – whom your kind would once have worshipped – choose to distribute my favours? I warn you, Andreea, do not provoke-”