"I wouldn't presume that authority," he responds, noting the offense in her tone.

"Perhaps I misinterpreted your admission of sucking as an invitation for guidance."

Every once in a while - likely not often enough, he supposes - Katar notices it when he sounds pedantic.

"Or assistance. Or simple pointers. Suggestions."

Okay, now he's just awkwardly groping for words that don't sound condescending, and feeling like he's failing.

"I didn't mean to offend," is what he finally settles on.