The moment the word monsters escapes Leo, Carlisle snorts audibly, his agitation plain upon his face as creases cut into his brow. His fingers curl into his palms, a fire burning in his glowing eyes, their illumination brighter by the second.

"He is certainly nicer than you," Carlisle hisses. "I suggest you be careful who you would call a monster in this place."

And by 'suggest,' he means 'do it, or else,' if the irritation in his voice is any indication.