Vulgar

Dyvia stormed over to Majvok, getting a good right fist into his face.
"Laugh at me like that again and I will personally hammer your most precious treasures!"
With Majvok dazed, she stomped back to her spot next to Erik.
"You going to have a laugh as well big man?"
Erik looked at Kespin, then back to Dyvia.
"Majvok has no excuse, but I have found that the older man gets, the more appreciative he his of youthful beauty." Looking back at the trampled art, he cringed slightly.
"Even so, I will never understand their vulgar behavior."