"Oh, just the choice of words?" Harry snapped. He was shaking, his hands clenched at his sides. Leaving Eric where he laid, Harry spun around and started to get dressed himself. Part of him was wailing at the knowledge that he'd just caused Eric more than a little bit of pain, but the rest of him was still too angry to listen. "Be sure and tell me how your meeting goes," he snarked as he spun back into the bedroom and pulled on his own pants and shirt.