[The dismissal, meant to walk them back from Cat's sardonicism, only earns an unamused snort and a grumble, and the follow-up doesn't help any. At least that part isn't Fang Duobing's fault. Cat puts his mug down with a loud clunk in front of him next, a nonverbal demand for drink, despite his claims. He might not be keen on alcohol, but sometimes...! Huff. Maybe it will help, as part of the vent, or whatever this is supposed to be. Cat just wanted the watermelon he'd thought he was going to miss out on.

He takes another few bites of the pastry to give himself time to think, not that it gives him any more friendly words to say than what had been running around his thoughts periodically. He doubts that talking it out will do him any good, but at the same time, he's tired of keeping it inside since Li Lianhua excused himself from the conversation.]

I'm sick of him. He doesn't understand anything. [Frowning, eyes narrowed in frustration, he mumbles,] He always pretends like nothing's wrong -- until he thinks you are. Then he can't leave well enough alone.