“I am angry with you because you are treating us like playthings, Sidonie. I am angry with you because thanks to you, people are openly talking about the Chaldean, a symbol of power and wisdom among our kind, being a bedwarmer for me. I am angry because when I came to you with this, you turn the conversation to a crush you had ten years ago.” He had let her say what she would, and she clearly wanted to have this out, so be it. He was still irritable enough over it that he would be happy to oblige.
His next words were harsher, but not the tone of them. That was downright cloying. “It is not my wish, however, that things be ‘weird’ between us. You are being childish, Sidonie, with this tantrum exaggerating things. Saying we hate you. I am here, aren’t I? And while I do not agree with you handing her to me, I will confess, she makes for an incredible gift. The best I’ve had in some time. Not what one would expect from a Chaldean, but the mask adds a certain air of mystery that I do find especially appealing.”