You know what I think..(/he taps his finger against his chin, humming thoughtfully) You’re mad because I’m youthful and you—well I could play connect the dots with the wrinkles on your face.
“I seem to recall we went over this once where you lost face.” He simply arches an eyebrow and picks up the newspaper in front of him. “Shouldn’t you be a good boy and go help your mother make dinner or something.”