Meg shot him a narrow glare at his comment. His humanity wasn't exactly a sore spot for her, but it wasn't something she thought on kindly either. Not because of his lack of power, or even his mortality.
"You're an Angel, Castiel," she said with finality. "Just because they took something away from you doesn't make you any less of who are. You think if I suddenly became all soft and human that I'd be any different? I'm a demon. It's what I chose to be, it's what I was born into, it's what I am. You're an Angel. You might have to live like a man for a handful of years, but it's still what you are." She glared at him in a way that she hoped brokered no argument. When she looked at him, she didn't see him as having lost anything, and she wouldn't stand by and let him think he was any less special than he'd been before. Trapping him in humanity didn't make him a human, anymore than her possessing a human body made her one.
She took a longer drink from her glass and busied herself with eating in silence for a long moment. She hadn't wanted to have any tension between them tonight, and yet here they were. Again. An apology worked it's way into her mouth, but she swallowed it down. She would not apologize for her opinions. Not on him, or anything else. Not ever.
"Is it edible?" she asked in a quieter tone, not looking up. Meat tasted largely the same to her, regardless of how it was cooked, or who did the cooking. To her it tasted fine, but she couldn't be sure.