You have to ask? Low born common filth who think they're worth something now. Self-righteous and brazen, talking as if you have a right to address me so casually, as if we're equals. Hunting down your betters like a treacherous dog. It makes me sick to my stomach.

[The words are hateful and vile, and there's some emotion in them. But it's not quite the right emotion. Jupiter's probably used to mages hating him, and there's a lack of true arrogance or venomous spite. They're just nasty words, not particularly close held beliefs.]

[He pours the coffee and sets it in front of Jupiter.]