The answer of Por-Paulo to this was oblique. “But I want to have a personal talk with Gentleman Aëlorix,” he said. “And as for that puissant poop, the Chairman of Drogue…” He thrust out his chin and his lip and he growled. Then he turned to Jon-Joras. “Finish your breakfast,” he said.
Jon-Joras pushed the tray away. “I don’t want any more,” he said.