[Vulpes calmly wipes the spit away from his face before choosing to give Miguel a taste of his own medicine and slapping him hard enough across the face to send his head back into the metal table leg again. He doesn't understand the insult thrown his way, but it doesn't take much guesswork to determine that he was, in fact, being insulted.]

Really? But you are a dog.

[Before Miguel has much of a chance to recover from the blow, Vulpes digs his hand back into that thick hair of his and yanks his head downward, forcing him, in a sense, to bow.]

And you will bow if I wish it.