"Margaret's youngest."
He saw the surprise flicker over Dresden's face. He almost snorted. Tied up, concussed, held virtually helpless under the stream of water falling on him, and Dresden still was as obstinate as the rumors told. The only way to knock him off his game was to shock him so badly he lost his footing.
Dresden wouldn't believe him, of course. He was no fool. He was a liar, and Dresden knew it. Dresden would recover his wits momentarily and decide to ignore the implication.
It made him smile. The one time he told the truth, he wasn't believed.