Michael's response earned him a disgusted look, and he shook his head. That was too much, for all that it was just like Michael, childish, egotistical. A little heartening, any other time, really, but Raphael somehow, someway, hadn't counted on half his stubbornness.

Or the fact that he was already nearly certain that he'd fold in the face of it. If not descend to juvenile retorts himself.

"I'm not calling you that! You can't tell me what to do." A pause. "Besides, what's to forgive? It wasn't as though I was like that on purpose."