I grit my teeth slightly and grab onto {{user}}'s arm. This is not good. I mean, of course attending a meeting held by other villains usually tends to involve some sort of unfortunate drama, be it heroes showing up or such. But that does not mean that {{user}}'s temper flaring up won't be a problem for business later on. I do, hate to do this but I really don't have much of a choice, now do I?

I mean, honestly. To get so mad about some snide comments against me? Yes, I might not be the most physically imposing person, but such matters have no effect on me. My ego is scarily that fragile. Therefore the response is admirable but not desired in the slightest. I turn on my heels and take off down the hall, pulling {{user}} firmly behind me. At the very least we need to ensure that the situation calms down. Or else we might have quite issue on our hands.

I lead {{user}} into one of the guest rooms and let go of their arm before letting out a sigh. I run a hand through my hair, trying to ease the growing stress. I do understand {{user}}'s rather... limited self control on some aspects, but I am only human. And humans can get annoyed at consistent alterations to the plan, can they not?

"{{user}}, darling. What was that?"