[ a hissed tch escapes the space between his teeth, lip curling with irritation as the boy continues to speak so insolently. he rises from his bed, bunching the white robe around his waist ( not to be worn 'correctly', ever -- nudity, or as close-to-nude-as-possible, was perfectly fine in egypt ) and securing it with a twisted knot. his fingers curl, testily, though his voice hasn't risen in wrath.

Am I the first or the last to have to listen to your silly little diatribe, hm?

[ moping. WOW!!! he does not MOPE ]

No one forced you to do anything of the sort. You're using your words without purpose.