[ Fane would roll his eyes if he had them, because right away, he can tell that Gen is having a reaction to his appearance. He's well used to it at this point, which is why he starts: ]

Yes, yes, get the screa— [ "the screaming over with", but that's not what Gen does at all. Or, well. Not the sort that Fane expected. He makes an offended sound instead and shakes his head as he steps further into the room. ]

What, then you would backtrack? No, the only way here is forward. I'm doing you a favor, most likely. I'll take responsibility for nothing, whelp.

[ Given rudeness, Fane will dish it right back, but he's also an olde-timey fantasy lad, so his insults aren't quite as sharp... ]

Well, what have you been struggling with in here, then?