"My 'pride as a Britannian?'" You ask with deceptive calmness as your heart races in your chest. "Do you really have any right to criticize such a thing, here and now?"
Suzaku scowled openly. "What do you mean?"
"Pretend for a moment that I know why you're actually here. Pretend that I have, through whatever means, understood the complexities of your plans and your aims and goals." The Kururugi heir does not quite freeze, but the implied accusation definitely catches him off-guard. You hold out your hands as if they were a set of scales. "Now look at our respective positions. I have, through luck and guile, cut off every path of advance you have before you, my forces arrayed to shatter your own should it come to an open contest, and seized that which you require to further your own goals."
You allow that to sink in for a moment, watching with dispassionate pleasure as his hands tighten into fists.
"Now tell me again, as I sit atop a mound of treasure, that I shame my pride as a royal of Britannia for not stooping to pick up a penny," you order coolly. "Tell me that while you skulk about in the shadows attempting to steal what should be won in battle. Tell me that while you think of your own pride as a samurai and speak to me again of why you think I should accept an invitation to validate a claim you have not earned on a land that is not yours using traditions foreign to you. Explain these things and I will honor your request, Kururugi Suzaku."
Before he could respond, you cut the transmission.