"Oh brother. Honor thy father, honor thy mother. Curse thee combatant with the passionate pedigree of thine." She sang praise and launched the attack at the same time.
"What's wrong?" Logan arched his perfect brow.
"If thee destined to face a hornets' nest, please fall into Satan's temptation. Feel free to castigate thou underling." She played with her words while excessively gesturing to her sentences word by word as if she was playing another character.
Logan looked at her as if he was crazy. "Castigate the royal member? How? It's that even possible? What underling?"
Elizebeth put her index finger onto her lips and looked up at the ceiling as she's thinking. "Improvise, adapt, overcome. Ever heard of the phrase?"