Kieran finally noticed his mouth was bleeding rather badly. He wiped it with his fist and found his fist covered in blood. Then he noticed a few of his teeth laying on the floor. Khaat expected him to be outraged, but instead, Kieran started to laugh at Brian.
"Well, well," he said, amused, "So you're finally growing a pair? And did you say babies? Wait. No. You didn't...You did! You honestly procreated--with the tart! Tell me--do I have nieces or nephews? How many?" Khaat saw Brian's jaw muscles tense. The last thing he wanted was Kieran believing he was an uncle, but Khaat had fully expected it.
"Where's your wand, Kieran?" Brian asked, his voice now a low hiss of rage.
"Oh, didn't I tell you? I gave that up," he laughed. "Useless stuff, magic." Khaat frowned. She went over to him and laid her hand on his forehead. She stood up and looked at Brian.
"He's a squib. He's lost it. He has no magic whatsoever. He didn't give it up. He lost it," she told Brian.
"What did you do?" Brian looked at him deeper. This was not good.
"Eh," Kieran waved the matter away. "I got into, shall we call it, a difference of opinion with another wizard awhile back, and well, you know, that stuff just wasn't for me, anyway."
"No," Brian did agree on that. "You're a lousy wizard. You always were."
"Shall I put his teeth back for him?" Khaat asked.
"No," Brian said. "I think I'd like to see him in dentures. Or toothless."
"That really isn't a good look for me," Kieran looked at her, smiling. The normally dazzling smile was now a bloody mess with holes in it. Khaat understood. It was as close as he was going to go to asking for help.
"I'll do it this once," Khaat decided. She picked up the teeth off the floor, went out to the sink in the kitchen, rinsed them off, and used her skills to put them back in his jaw where they belonged. She did nothing to reduce the swelling or the pain or the bruising he would surely have. That, she believed, he deserved at the very least. As she was finishing, he clutched her wrist, drew her tight to him and planted a kiss on her lips. Khaat froze, horror filled memories rushing back and flooding her mind. "Thank you, Sweetheart," he grinned. "Well, maybe she is a useful tart after all, Little brother."