"I sure as hell didn't name it, and the Avoxes listen to me before you. There's a hierarchy here. Learn it." Jason sure as hell doesn't want to have to keep repeating himself to get it through Dorian's head. "I didn't build tea parties into our schedule for the day. Suit yourself if you don't want to eat, but you'll be the one paying for it."

The Avox continues to try and give Dorian food, looking absolutely tortured between commands. Jason grabs his coffee again and brings out his cigarette enough to take another long drag of vapor. He closes his eyes and holds it in his lungs before releasing.

"And don't be nice to them. If they wanted to be treated with kid gloves they wouldn't have committed treason." He knows that Dorian won't do as he says anyway, but he may as well elaborate. Won't hurt anything.