I am not doing anything to anyone. Not to a stranger. Certainly not to you.

[ Good, civil angels do not stalk into the kitchen and then have a fit or toss a mug. They don't. They don't snap at their weakened, well-intentioned friend. No loss of temper whatsoever.

Whether he qualifies as a good angel or not these days, he is still civil.

Civil and in control and composed. Leaning on the counter solely for the aesthetic. ]

Now sit back down. If you fall over while I can't help you up, I'm going to be cross with you.

[ Like he is not most of the way to cross already. ]