[Fingers lace together. Knuckles clench against feelings of disgust that unsettle his stomach. Muscles tense. His posture straightens as he begins breathing to hold his patience - it's hardly enough.
But it is enough.
He remains calm and controlled as this man needles and prompts, testing his responses with words and acts inappropriate and unbefitting of his company. He exhales. He inhales. He mentally shakes off his frustration and lifts his hand. Seconds tick by as he adjusts his glasses. This stranger knows what he has no reason knowing. That is a rush. One best analysed later in private company.]
no subject
But it is enough.
He remains calm and controlled as this man needles and prompts, testing his responses with words and acts inappropriate and unbefitting of his company. He exhales. He inhales. He mentally shakes off his frustration and lifts his hand. Seconds tick by as he adjusts his glasses. This stranger knows what he has no reason knowing. That is a rush. One best analysed later in private company.]
What can you say? You don't know anything.
[Okay, so maybe he's biting that hook a little.]