[ he shakes his head, though he knows it had come out that way. the sir gets under his skin, but he doesn't let that show through either save for the subtle dip in his gaze, only for a moment. ]

I don't give orders anymore, Sally. You can call me Hotdog. [ it doesn't seem like a joke, even if it may have started out as one. that already feels like so long ago, and he's become attached to his psuedonym here honestly. ]

If you wanna come up with a better way to say: Welcome to your worst nightmare, though. Be my fuckin' guest.