Right. [Said briskly, that, and Sanji doesn't bother to hide the flash of hurt - or anger. But then he smiles grimly, turning back to his preparations]
My shitty mistake. Didn't know you were too dedicated to your work to talk. [Passive aggressive? Not really. Sanji doesn't know how to do "passive" anger, and the words are too deliberate to veil hidden meaning.]
Want me to act like your boss instead of your friend then? [Flatly] Would that make you feel more shitty comfortable?
action;
Right. [Said briskly, that, and Sanji doesn't bother to hide the flash of hurt - or anger. But then he smiles grimly, turning back to his preparations]
My shitty mistake. Didn't know you were too dedicated to your work to talk. [Passive aggressive? Not really. Sanji doesn't know how to do "passive" anger, and the words are too deliberate to veil hidden meaning.]
Want me to act like your boss instead of your friend then? [Flatly] Would that make you feel more shitty comfortable?