[ Ohhhhh nooooo, he doesn't like this, he doesn't like it one bit. He had wanted to help Carlisle, to save him from embarrassment, and now Carlisle is lecturing him, and continuing to doubt him, and it's all getting a bit. Not so great. ]

Yeaaahhhhh, um. Listen. Demanding... proof of the gods, of their power, isn't really something we... dooooo, where I come from. That seems to me like a really great way to get yourself smited. And it's... rude.

[ You are being rude, right now, Carlisle. But Reynir isn't going to say it quite that directly.

There is genuine concern in his voice as he asks: ]

Sorry. Are you... okay? You seem kinda. In a bad mood, maybe.