Grey raised an eyebrow. "You're a man, aren't you? Spit it out. What's with all this flailing and decorum?"
"Pa…" Silva exhaled a breath that seemed half a laugh. "… Your mouth is truly vicious."
Silva stood to his feet. "Never mind. Ignore me. I'll get out of your way."
Grey watched the silver fox leave. His hesitation seemed to be even in his steps, causing Grey to shake his head.
He felt a deep annoyance every time he saw Silva, not because he had any particular hatred for the man, but because he could feel the fakeness exuding from him.
Something told him that half-beast men like Silva weren't supposed to be in suits or speaking like noblemen. But for some reason Silva insisted on doing exactly that.
If that was what he wanted to do, fine. But it was clearly not.
Grey shook his head. 'Whatever, not my problem.'
Pressing a hand to a wall, he managed to drag himself into the newly renovated space and slumped into the egg gaming chair.
