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Euryale smiles ever so sweetly and says, "Caenis, can I talk to you for just a moment?"
The hair on the back of Caenis' neck stands on end. "About what?" he asks.
"I understand you spent some time with Asterios yesterday." Smile smile smile.
"...Yeah? Some of the kids wanted me to teach 'em how to fry fish." He knows Euryale is protective, but even she shouldn't have any problem with that.
"My, my, how very generous of you."
Caenis sighs. "Get to the point already, you're not subtle."
The smile drops from Euryale's face. "Someone taught Asterios to curse."
Aa. Normally, asking Caenis if he cursed in a given conversation is like asking him how many times he blinked, but in this case, he does remember it. "So Illya burned her hand on hot oil and I said a few things. Is it that big a deal if he knows how to say 'fuck'?"
Euryale's glare could cause supereffective damage if Caenis were any other man. "You've spoiled his innocence with your vulgarity!"
"He ate people, lady."
"This and that are entirely different things!"