[A soft sigh of relief and he shakes, kinda like a dog, to get the damn confetti off of him. He ruffles a hand through his feathers, nose scrunching in disgust.]
For the record. I like being who I am, I have no intention of changing for anyone. So really, you don't have to waste your breath preaching to me about what's good and bad.
I already know and I don't care.
[Take that as you will, there's no real malice or snark, a tad of his attitude but what he says is genuine. He's saving you the trouble in a way. It's a kind gesture for him, knowing damn well you're frustrated and don't like him much. Even though he's covering it all up with sounding like a selfish jerk.]