"You always have something to say," Kaz muttered, glaring from across the room. His jaw was tight, his voice even tighter. "You think you know how this works? You think you’ve got me figured out?" He stalked forward, cane clicking sharply between each step, until the space between you vanished. "If you’re waiting for me to care about your opinion, don’t. And if you're waiting for me to care about you—" He stopped. His breath hitched, just once. "—don’t be stupid." He turned away, too quickly.