I bet if the man was a younger person, Sly would have shown him what he was capable of, with his fist.
"Hmm."
The old man narrowed his eyes at Sly. "What are you doing with him? Are you here to complete what couldn't be completed those years ago?"
The hostility in both his speech and expression confused not only me. It also confused Sly.
"What are you talking about?" Sly seemed like he was at the end of his rope.
"What are you doing with him?"
"My husband? What are you trying to say? What do you think I will do with him?"
Sly sounded pissed.
The expression on his face was murderous, but the old man wasn't fazed by it.
"What are you talking about?" I decided to be the one to ask him, since it seemed he won't answer the question if it was asked by Sly.
He seemed pissed with Sly, for reasons best known to him.
