Traitor (3)

"What are you thinking of, senior brother?" His voice was high-pitched and crackly, almost as if he drank a smoothie of nails and broken glass.

"Not only do you need a breath mint, man, but you also need some honey water with lemon." I shook my head and spared him a glanced filled entirely of pity.

When I looked back at him, he was sporting a huge vein in his forehead. Oops. What's got his britches in a bunch?

Was it something I did?