"Like I said," Isai crossed his arms, not the slightest bit afraid of this superior, "It's gonna get clean. Yer not a good listener if ya didn't catch what I said, clear as day." Of course, Isai wasn't going to clean it. He had servants to do that. Though they were tecnnically his own family but, well, they were just servants to him. He'd drag them along and make them do it. He'd even make it look like he did it. Isai could totally manage that much. Though, in the end, he was above doing the actual dirty work himself...At least Isai believed so. Though, Isai felt like he wasn't going to need to say it again. How many times did this guy want to hear it? Isai thought about that and smirked, that characteristic cocky smirk, maybe this guy did need another word.
You couldn't think much about guys like these. They weren't built for thinking. Just for doing. That's why Isai didn't let much of what the guy was saying even bother him. Really didn't matter what he thought about Isai's clan. Isai knew the truth. He knew that his clan was amazing and fantasic and incredible and that's all he needed. It didn't matter what a commoner thought. They were hardly worth the additional thought of worrying over.
"Imma get it cleaned," He almost laughed. The shear words were hilarious. Honestly, if he ever had to clean soemthing he'd probably not even know where to start, because he hardly ever did it.