[He feigns an expression of wry thankfulness, the corner of his mouth quirking with the faintest hint of amusement.]

How kind of you. But you needn't trouble yourself; I know well when my presence is most unwelcome.

[Crossing his legs, now, with a sudden air of disinterest, he adds matter-of-factly:]

I should only hope your-- [He falters, as though lacking a word to describe Saori. Rather, he's spoiled for choice in terms of what he can use, especially in the way of unsavoury adjectives.]

--dear friend... does not happen to treat others in a similar manner.