"Cheesy?" He scoffs. He more than scoffs, he puffs, sputtering, when he says it— as though if he had feathers or fur to spare, it'd be ruffled high in showful irritation, punctuated by the angled curl of his lip across a fang.

"How dare you."

He doesn't even know what cheesy might be intended to mean in this context, but he knows enough to be offended.

...but then again, he'd be offended anyway. On principle.

"After all I've done for you. All I've shared."