Oh, is that his name? [sharply peevish, hands firmly deposited on the jut of each hip bone] I can't quite recall whether he bothered to introduce himself during his game of twenty questions, or while questioning my professional competency.
[scowling, he drops himself down into the chair across from Benedict and glares down at his fingers; looks like he's been picking at his nails again.]
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[scowling, he drops himself down into the chair across from Benedict and glares down at his fingers; looks like he's been picking at his nails again.]