[ All right. He's done being angry. Back to smiling and being sweet. ]

Ah, but you already know what century I am from! Stop being ridiculous, 'merica: if you wish to hold a meeting, I am not opposed to it. But I am not going to do these silly surveys while I have better things to be accomplishing.

[ He motions behind him to the bed, scraps of what appears to be his blanket all over it. ] Like making wearable clothing.