[ .. yeah no sorry frey, this is a battle of the blonds here, and unfortunately neither of them seem particularly ready to acquiesce. though reyson tosses him a brief glance- ]

You have nothing to apologize, sir, you have been very kind.

[ and back to mithos, his glare searing, the feathers along the tops of his wings bristling like hackles. ]

You, on the other hand - were you raised in a barn? That isn't how you address someone who offered you their assistance.