"How generous of you." His tone is icy. Don't you dare condescend to him, you store-brand knockoff.

(except he's not being condescending at all, he is being and has been nothing but kind and it's so. much. worse)

He pointedly ignores the hand and takes a step closer, shattered porcelain crunching under his feet. "I'll warn you right now, darling, I'm not as pitiful as I look."