Sharp

- Yhoemes!

- That's right. In the end my dear, I am not the only one who is sordid.

Not holding it any more, Ariadne rose of a bond and without thinking, threw to his former lover his cup of burning tea, which with a confounding agility the target dodged, without losing anything of its quiet insurance. 

- It is you who speak of weakness. shouted angrily Ariadne. You judge that Astieme is weak? Well, let me tell you, Yhoemes, that you are wrong. He is worth a hundred times more than the others and you. Because at least he stays with me with sincerity and kindness, while you, you cling to me with as much desperation if not more, to the point of having stooped to have fomented this little deception to lure me here in your secret domain, a place that no one probably wants to know, except those who are purchasable like most of your relations! And you don't even have the courage to admit it.