"As I don't receive well those who interrupt me," Cambridge shoots back. "Intending to inconvenience and annoy me. Your rank and historical status is the only reason I didn't start an actual fight with you, immediately, and if you'd like us to go to the holodeck and grab a pair of bat'leths, by all means, let's."

He actually means it. He doesn't find it fun, tossing insults back and forth, and clearly the two of them aren't communicating well in words. Cambridge could waste some time insisting that he hadn't made any assumptions, that all of his probes and statements and questions were about gathering data, but then the question is why he acted so arrogant and the answer is just because, which doesn't sound very good in an argument like this one. Nor does oh, please, I could be much more arrogant if I put my mind to it.

He'll almost definitely get his ass kicked, yeah. But he'll make a good showing. He's no slouch at hand-to-hand, and he's made a very physical study of Klingon fighting. Injuries are what sickbay is for. Pain is just a matter of mental discipline.