[ Is this guy for real? Was that, like, actually a serious question? Does he not understand what a fucking asshole he was being? Fuuta's frozen for a moment in confusion, and when the servant takes the chance to slip the wineglass from his hand and scamper off, he looks over in a hurry. ]

Wh -- hey, I didn't say anything like that! I don't need any more fucking w --

[ Nope, too late, off they go. Not to mention, why on earth would the servant bother listening to him, instead of abiding by the Wildcard's demands? A low growl of frustration boils from the back of his throat before Fuuta whips back around to glare at Sylus once more. ]

-- are you fucking serious? Are you just playing dumb, or are you actually that stupid? Isn't it obvious you're treating people like shit?! [ That last word's punctuated by a frustrated sweep of the hand at the other servants stationed around the area. ] Even if the dumb system here's said that we gotta do what you want, you could still act like a normal person! Are you so thick you don't know the words 'please' and 'thank you'? Were you raised in a fucking barn? Or, what -- are you the type of no-brain moron that thinks you're actually hot shit just 'cause you got lucky this time?