It was supposed to be fun, [comes the grim, completely devoid-of-fun reply,] you--

[Given the opportunity, perhaps now's the time to bring back what he was about to say.]

I don't know how to talk to you. I wouldn't...

[He fights with the words for a moment, then shakes his head and cautiously meets Byerly's gaze.]

You didn't like when I was polite. I can't speak to you like an equal, because we're. ...not. [He shrugs dully-- no reason to not acknowledge their power difference, as Byerly already pointed it out.]

I thought it was what you wanted. Being spoken to that way.