Subtlety is wasted on a creature such as yourself, yet I see that even the bluntest of words are no match for your thick skull. How interesting.

[This is all said in as flippant a tone as he can manage, of course, as he settles down against the ground.]

Back to the matter at hand: I say it is business of mine, seeing as it was your stomping that interrupted my sleep, but arguing is a waste of precious energy. Leave if you'd like; stay if you must. I'd certainly prefer the former.

[And he promptly closes his eyes, deciding that feigning sleep is better than dealing with some silly human girl. He's too old for this nonsense.]