Ally, meanwhile, scampers over to her father, attempting to hide behind him. Mildmay clicks his teeth and grabs her, settling her in his lap. "Don't throw shit at people."

"Why not?"

"Because I fucking told you not to."

"...Sorry."

Mildmay sighs. "'s fine. But don't do it again."

"Fiiiine." Ally starts to squirm in Mildmay's lap, but she stays put even after he's released her from his grasp. Fine, sit there. Mildmay can endure far worse than spoilt children, and they both know it.