"Brat!" Ascot exclaimed obviously perturbed. "Then I guess that means I can call you a loudmouthed hag." You want a brat, then I'll show you a brat, lady. "That might be true with others but not me, I make my own decisions." Missing the words not spoken on his part.

"Well that's your problem, it's got nothing to do with me."

With that, Ascot turned his back on the weirdo and started to walk off. He grimaced at the idea of having to walk everywhere on his short little legs. How did people stand it when it was so much easier and faster to float. But yeah. There was no floating here.