[ His brows come together in blatant incredulity. ]

My dear boy. Even aside from the fact that I am your superior, you invited me to that party; that meant that you were responsible for me in some way. That is how such things work. And I was plainly miserable there. Or - beg your pardon - acting like an arsehole.

[ His imitation of Benedict's accent is sort of mean in how spot-on it is. ]

And the fact that I am your superior just magnifies the fact that you failed in your social duties. Now, if you were in Forces, that might be one thing. But this is Diplomacy. Social acumen is qualification number one.

[ Besides which - ]

And you treated me like shit, and you thought we were getting along? Maker preserve me.