You've argued.

[ If he sounds unimpressed, it's because he is. Sickening. Get matching tattoos or something.

He's still mostly staring at Miller with unbridled stink-eye as he navigates his way down the first few steps. Tetora has to look away to focus on his feet - no good breaking anything now - but he picks right back up on the bratty thread the moment he reaches the lower landing. ]

So the dogs aren't your practice kids or anything, are they? This isn't some post-retirement life crisis?