Would it be tactless of the Dragon to point out that he was saying he thought better of Kit than idiocy? Probably. He actually manages to keep his trap shut on that point, though, and leave it to a fleeting thought. He throws his arms up.

"Has it eluded you that you came to me about this?" Flabbergasted. Weary. Annoyed. Some combination of all of these feelings, and for a moment he stood there staring at Kit from across the table, streaks of angry red coloring his cheeks. He goes through the effort and extra pains of ensuring a safe and usable enchanted object, and this is the thanks he gets, without even a word of whether he was satisfied with the function of it or with the work he bothered to waste on this project. He cannot say he did not expect this kind of response in the end, but it always manages to hit a nerve nonetheless. Particularly where it hurts him most: his dignity and pride. He steels himself and pours stony resolve into his expression. "First you demand a tight deadline, then you moan away when I have to, naturally, restore and improve your commission. You're certainly not my hired servant no more than I'm yours. Go, get out."