[ That....calms him down a little. He's no less angry, but he's silent for a moment as he tries to calm himself down, because fuck the gods, he understands. So when he speaks again he is not shouting, but he is no less sharp. ]

You do not need to throw insult for me to hear you, but you may shout at me as much as desired if it suits. James will not rise to insult like I do, and I do not believe he would hesitate to cut fucking throat in response. Do not make me choose between you and him, because you will not like fucking result. I will not protect you from him when you act in error of your own making. Do you fucking understand me?