"Not prematurely," Domitian answered cryptically. He did often fantasize about letting all of the people he resented know exactly how much he hated them, but it wouldn't do to show his cards before the time was right. Their father was the easiest example; the old man couldn't know how angry Domitian was with him until after he'd handed over his entire fortune for Nicodemus. Which meant, perhaps, that he would never know... but maybe Domitian would have the satisfaction of leaning in to tell Cosmo everything while he was lying on his death bed, too ill for speech — or perhaps he'd be able to spit in the face of his father's ghost. Someday.
