whispers in party

I wanted to give these monsters an object lesson.
Madrigal turned to Vitto and spoke in a quiet hiss. I half closed my eyes and Listened in on the conversation.
"No," Madrigal said, again in English. "No way. He's a stupid thug, but this is exactly what he does best."
Vitto and Lady Malvora traded a long stare. Then Vitto turned to Madrigal and said, "You were the imbecile who set out to attract his attention and got him involved. We fight."
"Like hell we fight," Madrigal snarled. "Empty night, Ortega couldn't take him in a straight fight."
"Don't act like such a kine, Madrigal," Vitto replied. "That was a duel of wills. A trial by combat allows us any weapons or tactics we wish."
"Have fun. I won't be one of the people fighting him."
"Yes, you will," Vitto replied. "You can face the wizard. Or you can face dear Auntie Cesarina."
Madrigal froze again, staring at Vitto.
"I promise you that even if he burns you to death, it will be swift and painless by comparison. Decide, Madrigal. You are with Malvora or against us."
Madrigal swallowed and closed his eyes. "Son of a bitch."


White Night Chapter 37, Page 384-385