[He does smile at her, faintly. He likes to hear her call him husband. It still feels pleasantly novel, after years of marriage.]

Yes, I have. I could do more—but without control, it's of limited value.

[It's not as if Zarkon doesn't have deeper anger to tap into. He could do so, if he wanted to. He could go around laying waste to forests. But what would be the point?]

It's different than the lion. It understands my thoughts. I can guide it with my will, my reason. These emotions are more unpredictable. But I suppose it is a matter of redirecting my will.

[He can control his emotions. Of course he can—until he can't.]