He lifted his feet from the table, sitting up and leaning forward, elbows on his knees and eyes narrowed in a sullen sort of pout. He'd long since given up trying to joke, laugh or schmooze his way out of her insults.
"Look-you need to work on showing me some respect. You forget whose been keeping you fed and whose- whose stuff you're using. You owe me missy," he said, pushing his glasses up his nose, "So how about a little respect, hm??"