" Unkind,” said Ruza, wounded. His face crumpled. He pretended to weep. “I am fearsome,” he insisted. “I am.”

“There, there,” Lazlo consoled. “You’re a very fierce warrior. Don’t cry. You’re terrifying.”

“Really?” asked Ruza in a pitiful little hopeful voice. “You’re not just saying that? "

― Laini Taylor