[He gives her a flat look that's somewhere between genuinely unimpressed and mockingly unimpressed.]

Maketh, come on. You know I don't like, take just being brushed off on this stuff.

Just talk to me, okay? I'm trying really hard not to be pissed, so can you at least like... Respect me enough to tell me what the hell happened?

[This is all way too familiar--and personal--to him and so keeping his tone even is difficult, but he's doing his best.]