Twisted Fate seemed out of humour, somehow, and her frown deepened, eyes narrowing slightly as she regarded him. He was usually an ass, sure, but there was enough difference in tone that she noted it.

Was he not sleeping enough?

"Diminutive nicknames have never counted under the banner of 'manners', Twisted Fate." She says mildly, but not angrily, and isn't very inclined to argue it further. There was a slight crispness to the syllables of his name - accentuated. Making a point. She may as well have been a school marm come to drag one of them off by their ears, but not having quite decided which one she needed to drag away, yet.

She looked at Cade. "He can say what he wants, Cade. You have my thanks, but I can handle him."