[Oh, screw the magical karma injuries. He's smart enough to guess that it's some Admiral thing for hitting his teen-sized warden, but the shove? Combined with the swearing? Perry is absolutely not going to tolerate that shit. So he grits his teeth and slams Arthur with a backhand to his other cheek. The blow's harder than before, but he's expecting the pain this time (Play through it, Perry old boy.), and he holds his stance.]

No, you little cocksucker, I'm not. But he isn't here. [Daddy's drawl slips into his words.] I am, and you've gotta learn when to have some discipline and shut your goddamn mouth.