“And the shouting. Tut, you’ll run your vocal chords ragged like that. But no, all of this I could forgive and overlook. You’re your own man; you can dress up however you like now that mother’s disapproving gaze isn’t just over your shoulder.” He got a few snickers from that. The bull snorted as he gave the surrounding crowd a death glare, shutting them up good and proper. “But I call you coward because only a coward abuses and bullies a woman,” he said, knowing full well the irony of his statement. He stood by it nonetheless, for he honestly believed it. “Does it make you feel big? Strong? Powerful? Picking on a girl not even a quarter your size? Put her down and fight someone who’s at least stupid enough to stand up to you. Or are you going to confirm my words by running away from a fight?”