He didn't offer her anything because he knew she would take it regardless of what he said. It's something he's had ages to get used to. What's the point in trying to start a fight with her? He knows she'd just mock him, tear him down, remind him of how much he owes her. He's tired just being in her presence and talking to her- there's no need to start something that will just leave the two of them smoldering like children.

Her comments make his nostrils flare a bit, an aggravated horse, before he does his best to just bite his tongue. It doesn't quite work. "It's called 'control'. Many individuals have it here, and thus there is not an epidemic of broken communication devices." Hunching his shoulders, Darkleer starts to delicately pull away the most injured parts of the device. This really is ridiculous... but fixable.

"...So did you break it, then?"