"Humie." Kaidan echoes, apparently finding something deeply entertaining about the insult. (It's the 'ie' ending, it makes it sound adorable.) "Seriously? You need better racial slurs, that one's pretty, uh, weak."

He's at least been dissuaded, or at least distracted, from further singing. How long this state of affairs will continue is down to the whims of Madame Mead and her maple-y charms. He still takes the bottle back.