"I wasn't blaming you," he answered with his eyebrows raised. "I was only stating the facts. You got what you wanted, no need to be-" he gestured vaguely towards the ruined radio. "Pettish, darling." The you and our people wasn't lost on him, as if she were unaffected by the slight. Quite obviously she was and that rather amused him. He smiled to himself. As if the slights mattered in the grand scheme of things. He'd lost a bargaining chip in the cure, certainly, but even without it the humans who were the most dangerous to his cause had managed to survive. Of course they had. That fact didn't change no matter who had a cure or whether he had prisoners in his cell or a manor on a hill. The loss of things was immaterial while his worst enemies still breathed.