He blinks at her for a moment, not quite expecting the sudden stiffening or the changes in expression, but soon recovers - he's quite used to hate, not so used to the lack of fear along with the hate but it's quite easily dealt with.

He's superior after all; it's ingrained into his bones.

"And I do not care about your doctor," he snarls right back; well aware that his fangs have slowly started to lengthen. "And we'll be the rulers one day - perhaps you should learn a little respect before that time."

He wouldn't usually be this naked with his superiority complex; but insulting his master is always something that presses his buttons.