"Wandless, there's only so much I can do against those two fuckers. They're built like their sons, as you saw." He grimaces. "When I tried to warn them off by telling them the Dark Lord wouldn't like two worthless gits putting one of his most promising servants out of action, they said the Dark Lord had removed his protection, and continued merrily kicking the shit out of me." There's a dry flippancy to him as he lays down his cutlery, unconsciously holding his side with one hand as he shifts in his seat and runs two fingers gently over the bruise on his cheekbone.