Something flickered in Daemon's golden eyes at Lucivar's growled dismissal of what he had done before, and he felt a frissure of irritation at his brother.

"This world isn't like our own. And from what I've seen, almost none of the others' worlds are like ours, either. There are things here I'm still only beginning to understand. There is no Blood, there is no protocol to match ours. For the most part this seems to be a male-dominated society, and despite the fact that I know how much you loathe waiting and watching, we've been dropped into the middle of a deadly game with a serious limitation and no one's bothered to inform us of the rules. Despite what your normal instincts are, in this situation we cannot slaughter first and ask questions later."