Haeji sighs, crossing his arms against his chest. "I thought I told you to come to the dining room for dinner?" His voice showed his frustration at his difficult task of holding in his anger.

"Will you come down to dinner?" he gritted his teeth, aware that if he showed his anger, you might refuse. "It would give me great pleasure if you would join me for dinner." He tried to sound sweet, even though he is still upset.