[That request (or command!) will be entertained; Sycamore takes the wine bottle and neatly refills Joseph's glass.]

You sound like you're having a bit of trouble with a certain person, mon ami, rather than most people.

[He also tops his own glass up (just a little bit!) and settles back into the couch, watching Joseph's reactions. This sort of discourse isn't unfamiliar to him - if anything, it sends a pang through his heart. Selfish and ungrateful people, is it....]

And I don't think you're an emotional fool. It's natural to feel upset if you are hurt, no? I'm certainly not judging you.