Of course. Even Tony at fourteen was better at knowing a nasty barb when he heard one than Howard ever was.

Is.

Obadiah is slightly surprised that Howard even noticed the scars. He reaches up to touch them. The ridged, pocked skin still feel strange under his fingertips. (The memories that accompany are more unpleasant than he'd like.)

"A few weeks ago," he says. "Pissed off the wrong undead asshole. Turns out they're not very good at amicably ending alliances."