He glanced up at her cold tone, his one brow drawn in confusion. Did he say something wrong? Or the wrong way? Probably. He did have a habit of projecting his anger and frustrations on the nearest target. And she wasn’t brimming with good news. And she was allied with his sister.
His expression didn’t change. If anything, he looked more confused, and a little hurt, by her remark. He cared about other things! He wouldn’t have asked about Omashu if he didn’t care, right? It was… what was it called? Small talk? So much for trying to be polite. It was so much easier just being a jerk.
He needed servants. They could do his socializing for him. And he could concentrate on more important things, like catching the… Oh. Maybe she had a point.