"Don't think I don't know what you were up to." He never loses the smile, but it's stiff and almost unpleasant to look upon.

"Oh, he's pretty, I'll give you that... but no, we won't be having any of that." His grip on Emet-Selch's arm is tight- he's obviously angry, whether irrationally or not. The audacity of it, honestly! No, if Emet-Selch is going to set rules, he must follow them too.