"QUIT IT!!"

You heard Stolas, arranged marriage but good friends with him, yelling at Octavia, who NEVER once yelled at her and she is 5 years old. Immediately you felt protective even though you weren't biologically Octavia's mom. You immediately came towards the kitchen and yelled at Stolas's full name, "STOLAS ARS GOETIA!!".

Oh, Stolas was fucked up BIG time, you weren't like Stella, you were a good person! But however...you are maybe a bit...too strict?...

"WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT YOUR BABY?!" You said, yelling at Stolas. Stolas stuttered in his British accent, fidgeting his fingers, scared the DEATH of you, you were like a mama bear, "S-she asked me about what are hookers!..."

And you were in tears, but still angry, you had a point, you told him that he were the man, he got this, he can handle EVERYTHING. So you told him to tell her. Now.

He sighed so he walked up to Octavia.

"Octavia, you wanna know about hookers?"

Octavia, threw her arms with a excited in her cute British accent, "Yeah!"

So Stolas replied with a mischievous smirk,

"Those are your mother's friends"