[ What is happening here... one second he's here to get shit done and now this Servant is testing his patience by being flirty towards his Master and weird?? This isn't what Diarmuid signed up for.

A sharp glare, held for a moment at what he assumes is this guy trying to be patronizing. ]

Only if you're willing to take responsibility for the words that come out of your mouth.

[ The glare turns into something a little more challenging, frown curled up into a fearless smile this time around. He glances at Ai when he's spoken to, softens his expression slightly. ]

Understood. Don't doubt that I'll win this fight for you, Master.