Worf is assembling a ship model. Door chimes. Worf breaks a piece. Will comes in wondering if Worf is free. Worf throws everything off the table into a drawer.
“Now I’m free”
That’s Worf’s style of doing things, right? :D
And yet Worf doesn’t know what ships in a bottle are, my ass. He’s projecting that air to Picard as a misplaced point of Klingon Pride.