[I have the same right to judge your pet, as either of you have to pass judgement on me or the Korrat.], he was acting out of reflex, out of anger. This was not the response of someone in control of his wits. The felinid was off balance, and with just a little bit more prodding he would fold.
"The Korrat?" said Tr'Lawsh calmly, ignoring the 'pet' comment. "Isss that what you call yourrr masssterrrss. Cowarrrdss is morrre apprrroprriate. What prrromisses did they give you to make you bleed and die while they watched, sssafely hidden. Oh, I have no doubt they trrreat you with honorrr, Horrrtha. I would to, if I wanted you to go and fight forrr my amusement. I wonderrr if they take betsss on which of you will live and die. They crrreated you afterrr all, so they ssshould know how you'll perrrforrm." She stopped there, wondering how he would react to that last comment.
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