[Hephaistion, too, has quite a polite-while-angry streak. He prefers to take matters physically into his own hands usually, but there are times when the right words are more potent.]

Your children. [He remembers that IM] How dare they. [There is venom in his voice. Books and parchments were one thing, but living breathing dragon children were quite another.] Please let me know if there is anything at all I can do to help you.

[to her question] I have trained with a wooden and steel one, but never one of this construction. Because of the awkward length, it's meant to be wielded from horseback, but you can [he pantomimed the motions] stick the point at one end into the ground to brace it, raise the other point to the appropriate height, and cause a rushing enemy to impale himself.