[He fixes upon Flat the most judgemental glare you've ever seen.]

You're covered in blood, you freak of nature! Are you squirming over the idea of me squatting atop some moist eggs? You bring up nests and now you have the audacity to act grossed out by the idea of new life? You can handle violence, Escardos, but not the product of rutting animals? You disgust me.