"That was rude," he rebuffed. It did not stop him from taking the cup, however, and partaking of the punch. It had come from the same bowl as last time and he liked the taste better, now that he'd gotten used to it. "Are you irritable tonight, Simon? I think you are. If you were a women, I might wonder if it was time for your monthly course." John snickered into his cup.
Despite the good-natured teasing, he decided it was adorable when his friend got his feathers ruffled and stomped about, nudging people aside. He was like a child having a fit, unaware that his anger only served to amuse the adults around him.