I’ll briefly, quickly speak with you just this once:
No. All diplomacy with you is denied, instantly. Nothing can stop me from either killing you, destroying everything you love, or both, depending on how much more you manage to anger me between then and now.
Either make your move before I can make mine, or shut up about it.
Oh, but you already knew I was going to say all this, didn’t you? Or am I a newfound blind spot of yours?