"Who spoke to you?" He snarls, his mouth twisting into a sneer and his eyes forming a fierce glare. His hand flourishes horizontally as he gestures to the others in the room. All close confidants and all loyal to the Duke. “Did anyone in this room call your name?” The other nobles titter sadistically and hide their faces behind their gloves or their fans. Maurice’s dogs, whom are seated at his feet, growl and bear their fangs. “Must I remind you that your voice will remain quiet unless needed? Do I need to reeducate you, child?” Reeducation is his way of threatening to sic the dogs on you.