It took Scar every amount of self-constraint not to attack the man sitting across him and see how effective these human nails could be in scratching a person's eye out. It was tempting, yes, but those nurses would be on them faster than a group of hungry hyenas on a scrap of meat. In other words; resorting to such violence - along with it hardly being his style - wouldn't really accomplish anything.

Instead, he narrowed his eyes as his nails dug into the surface of the table. How dare that insolent excuse of a monkey say something like this?! He was a better King than Mufasa could ever hope to be!

"And I suppose a know-it-all such as yourself could do much better." Scar answered abruptly, not completely managing to keep the anger out of his voice. It was, after all, quite a sore spot for him.