"Come on, Cupcake." he starts, placing a cigarette between his lips, "Loosen up a bit. It'll help you live longer." he laughs, walking over to your side.

Was he supposed to dumb his words down for you so they didn't hurt your feelings? Was he supposed to become sensitive with the snap of your fingers?

No. He met what he said and he's sticking with it. No if, ands, or buts.

"Aw? Little Princess is hurt?" he teases, running his finger along your chin.