Third Person's P.O.V 

"Who do you want to talk to us about, Father?" Leonardo inquired, nonchalant as he reclined in his chair, raising his legs to rest on his father’s desk—fully aware of how disrespectful it was, but that's precisely what he intended—to show not an ounce of respect, for he believed a man who had dared to betray their mother simply didn't deserve it.

"You'd better make it quick, because we don't have time for this shit," Maximus remarked, idly perusing ...