"Ow! You ratbag!" Victoria cried, as she stuck her finger in her mouth to suck it. "Go away."
"I'm so sorry," Zorro said. "Let me kiss you better, querida." His hands went around her waist, but she turned away crankily.
"Don't be grouchy with me. I didn't mean for you to get hurt," Zorro persisted.
"Get away from my mother!" The sound of a sword leaving its sheath chilled Zorro's blood.
He spun on his heels to confront the enraged Jaime.
"You are frightening my mother!"
"No, Jaime, you're frightening her."
"Fight me – you've insulted my family, and must pay."