"Are you mocking me, Denton?" Vindictus asked with a raised eyebrow. "First you want to share a poem with me. Now you're lecturing poor Anastasia. Shame on you!" He held out his hand and impatiently snapped his fingers. "Either hand me the poem so that I can be the judge or you can lose points and miss the game because you'll be sitting in the Dungeons serving a lengthy detention." Wow! That sounded so cool to say that!