No, not at all.

"Oh," he says, surprised and dismayed. "So they're fine with our helping them, but we can't expect any professional courtesy from them? That's crap." He takes a deep pull from his cigarette, putting all of his annoyance into the cloud of smoke he breathes back out. "Well, maybe they'll come around after seeing us work for a while."

He's aware of just how foolishly optimistic he's being by saying that, but he prefers to maintain at least a little hope.