"I don't appreciate that tone, Damian," I reply, gaze sharp as I sit straighter, not sure if it's in an effort to set an example, or if I'm simply too well-aware of the fact that my patience is being tried. Worn thin. Even Damian might not escape a sharp word or two if this continues, but I see no benefit to arguing.

It's late.

"We'll speak again tomorrow. You'll start lessons, and we'll train come evening. But I want you to get sleep tonight." With a look, I add, "And I'll know if you haven't."