[ This is, perhaps, what he's more used to. The cold. It feels more familiar, in a way he's not particularly sure if he prefers or not. But there's a furious, frustrated heat in his chest to combat it, and the firm grip on his face only serves to make it boil. ]

And which of us, [ Comes the hiss, ] is the child in tantrum, who decides to preach his fucking hypocrisy and detest it being thrown back in his face?

[ The grip may loosen, but Adelis slaps it away before it can fully retreat, teeth grinding against one another against the sharp twist in his throat. ]

Perhaps you have forgotten- there is no Syndicate here, you are not my superior, and the only disrespect you receive is what you so earn yourself. Perhaps if you did not see fit to make decisions for me, it would be otherwise.

But since avoidance like a coward is what you desire, then I will. Step foot on my property again and I'll see you leave partway in ashes, you and your bloody vermin.

[ With that, he's just going to pivot on his heel and leave. Fuck this shit, he's out. ]