It is not a whim, do not act as though this is some new preference— and don't call me that. Acting even more patronizing is not helping your case.

[It's too sharp, too snarly . . . like Ataashi nowadays when the pups play too rowdily near her, her upper lip peeling back and her warning growl rumbling low in her throat. Far past the point of knock it off and entering into the territory of or else.

In the distance, the faintest hint of voices; Leto's own becomes quieter, though no less snappish.]

I am in no mood to be treated as though I am a damned child simply because I do not want an entire city to know what we get up to.