"Yes," he said, his voice clear and sharp, his eyes glittering like droplets of ink, "your child, my Lord Asriel: I know about her. Evidently I know more than you do."
Lord Asriel looked at him directly, and the little man knew at once that he'd taken advantage of his commander's courtesy: the force of Lord Asriel's glance flicked him like a finger, so that he lost his balance and had to put out a hand to steady himself on Lord Asriel's wineglass. A moment later Lord Asriel's expression was bland and virtuous, just as his daughter's could be
OHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDDDD
GET YOURSELF A MAN WHO LOVES HIS DAUGHTER SO FIERCELY THAT YOU TALKING SMACK WILL RESULT IN A LOOK THAT CAN PHYSICALLY TAKE YOU OUT