Well yes, Seel wasn't exactly at his most polite at the moment, he wasn't under any incentive to break out the fine china and bow and scrape and he only had Swift's memory with him to keep him from being rude beyond compare. The only thing he did have the memory and knowledge that Cal had some something amazing for him--willingly or unwillingly, and he needed to give him the benefit for that.

"Is that an order or a request Tiahaar?"

They were both monsters, and there they danced. Even as Seel knew the steps, biting back and taking what territory he could, he knew he wasn't going to win. He never won, unless it involved locking people in rooms and trying to throw away the key.