"You don't know what I'm talking about," he echoed, slowly tasting each one of the words, trying them out. "You 'don't know what I'm talking about'. That's ... oh, that's very cute."
He swayed a bit on his heels, folding his arms across his chest. Angry, showy displays of feathers and celestial might weren't necessary now; he was just having a little chat. "Because I hear that you've been working on a little building project, little brother."