"I? A monster?" Tom laughed, the sound was cruel and dry, and much of the laugh he preferred to the open and mirthful one he used in the presence of his knights and the Fawley's. This one caused fear in those who heard it. He twirled his wand absentmindedly in his hand, staring at it with an air of nonchalance. "I suppose to you I would be. Though to me, you suit that role. To abandon your pregnant wife. Never to go looking for your child; your legitimate heir as it were. Your father just called me a bastard, and for that offense he is now dead at my feet."