[ To his credit, Minos does finally relent on his grip to that throat—if only so he can drag his hand upward in an attempt to force two of his fingers into Kleken’s mouth— ]

Let’s start with that filthy little mouth of yours, shall we? We can’t have you pouring slime down the Shadowlord’s ears the moment we return to Umbraton.

[ Although Istvan isn’t someone he necessarily wants to think of right now—indeed, with the way he’s gazing intently into Kleken’s eyes at the mention of Umbraton’s famed leader, there’s clearly some tinge of jealousy to this.

Or worse—possessiveness. ]