"What part of avoiding me and not answering my calls is 'fine', exactly?" he snaps back. "What part of you thinking I like flaunting my power over you, which I fucking don't, is 'fine'?"

A little less heat and a little lower.

"...I would have liked shopping with you. I wanted to ask if you'd like helping me pick out things for the wardrobe, since Arthur wasn't able to. I thought it would be fun."