[ Tennal’s eyebrows draw together for a moment and then he carefully smoothes them out. He doesn’t know Bob’s pressure points, hasn’t ever done even a casual reading of him and he wonders if maybe that does matter, maybe he’s an asshole because he’s a reader, like some people have said.

But the truth is that he doesn’t know what this is about, and it’s not an uncertainty that he’s used to. But falling into spoiled rich kid territory, that might be the best approach. ]

Maybe it’s just that when you’ve spent your life surrounded by shit you start to think there are different shades to it, and that that matters. When everyone else only notices the smell you give off.

[ He rather hopes that he’s not being wound up just to get punched, but in that case it doesn’t seem like it really matters what he says. ]