He was so fucking done with this.

"Continue the dance...?" he hissed, his brow knit angrily. "In your dreams! Screw you, Cress! Go dance with Celestia!!"

With that, Chili dropped his brother onto the floor and turned around, sprinting for the exit. He was so fuming that he just couldn't take this conversation anymore without blowing off some steam before he even talked to Cress about this anymore.