[Trying desperately to suppress his growing anxiety about the loss of his power, Lelouch crawls to his feet. He knows he has to say something to temper his previous command, something to make it seem like a simple mistake, albeit a vicious one. But far in the back of his mind, he realizes something was odd about Cornelia's reaction, that fury had come from more than just resentment toward a sharp tongue...]

Your aversion to my tone is well noted. I think it is best we end this conversation now.

[The words practically come as a snarl, letting her see just enough of his hurt pride to suit a chastised boy.]

My head is still not entirely where it should be.