I can't tolerate naughty children.

Mary admitted that she'd been naughty.

When partners can't agree, their deailings come to naught and trouble is their labour's only fruit.

But I care less than naught for Zeus.

I admit that I've been naughty.

What a naughty boy! He's always up to no good, no matter what his parents tell him.

Dad, come play tag with the two of us. You're it." "Grrr, where are the naughty kids? I'm gonna catch them and eat them up. Aha, gotcha!" "Ahh! Don't eat me, I'm too skinny! Mary tastes better!" "Tom, you traitor!"

You're naughty.

I like her all the better for her naughtiness.

It was naught but a ruse.