there's no whitewash victim
"Utilize a slightly steeper angle next time, Brighid."
"You really think she's listening?"
Aegaeon was unfazed: "She and I are in communication, in some sense or another, at all times. I trust she will take my meaning."
Minoth nodded, biting his lip, and turned his gaze back to where Brighid was taking not only Aegaeon's advice but also the general implication of his statement, that there would even be a next time as she aimed another swift kick to the Quaestor's groin.
"And she's doing this why?"
"My impression had been that it was to do with you, Master Minoth."