Rial shoves his chair away, getting up and turning his back on Plourr. It's easy to see, when he's angry, what a kriffing big guy he is.

Turning back, after a moment, still a good few feet away, he crosses his arms again. "And that's only worth so much. We rule the planet, Isplourrdacartha, if something happens-" he waves a hand in a tight, irritated motion, "-and she doesn't want to then we change it. I'm not saying that she has to do this, but we cannot take chances."

His eyes are flashing, now, and he gestures with his words, voice almost getting quieter as he speaks. This is Rial's way of being pissed off, and Plourr should know it. "And I doubt you can tell me honestly that most of this is not coming from what happened to you as a child."