Something about that tone of voice hits her hindbrain and it's all she can do to not snap Don't take that tone with me, young man. He's not a boy anymore, for pity's sake. Her jaw tightens, but she keeps her tone controlled.

"I will. Since you don't seem to be especially forthcoming at the moment." She folds her arms and looks at him steadily. She's annoyed, she realizes—annoyed because he's not handling this situation in any kind of empathy, has decided to play games. A trace of the annoyance bubbles right up then. "Am I keeping you from something?"