Geron can still tell when he's being patronized. He hasn't survived this long by surrendering to solipsistic narcissism, he's far too intelligent for that to work. It seems another reminder of that is needed.

A fingersnap has Squarehammer hefting his Thunder Hammer, the Noise Marine ready to bring it down on whoever his master indicates.

"Those incapable of taking initiative don't belong in command positions. If you don't believe you're capable of making judgement calls on this then simply say so and I'll make the necessary adjustments in leadership."

Geron snatches back his wineglass and sips it.

"Any other questions?"