"Put me down, right now," Jaime said, wriggling. He knew it was pointless. His father was much stronger than him, and if he wanted to Diego could hold him indefinitely.
"I don't think so, Jaime," Diego said softly. "We are going to talk, you and I. You will listen, Dios, you will listen."
Jaime had never heard his father so cold in his presence before.
"I will start by apologising, of course." Diego's soft words shocked his son. "I am proud of all my talented sons, and daughters, but you, Jaime, you…"
"Nothing that great about me," Jaime mumbled, crossly.