[Vulpes' expression hardens, the only sign that he's offended by Miguel's words. He can barely remember his mother, but he finds bringing her into this to be rather pathetic. Then again, what more could he expect from a profligate?]

[He moves his leg from between Miguels' and sits back, studying him. A few moments later he swings a fist at his nose with all of his strength.]

You brought this upon yourself. You should learn to avoid starting battles that you cannot win.