[Steven sighs and finally he lets the pleasant mask down to show that he's-- well. More weary in this moment than anything else.]

Solus, [he says, softly but firmly.] I honestly don't care all that much if you lacked ill intent when you insulted me and mine. You still did it. I know you've got phenomenal cosmic powers where you come from--that you know things I'll never know, have seen things I'll never see--but here and now you're just as mortal as any of us. And it might aid you in forming your own alliances if you don't just-- insult and belittle us out of hand, especially when we are trying to help you.

I believe in doing well by my colleagues and subordinates, so I'll help you and continue to help you, as long as you need it. But forgive me if I can only take so much condescension at a time.