"What you're doing with your lips, stop that."
He replied finally looking away from his folder.
"I'm not doing anything with my—" she wanted to argue but he cut her off.
"You are! It feels like I can hear you thinking." he said sarcastically, turning a page. "It's very distracting."
Elena stared at him in utter shock. "You cannot hear someone thinking—"
"You do a specific action" he said, looking back down at his folder, "when you're arguing with yourself about something. You always bite your lip."
Elena was taken aback for a second.
"So wait… Let me get this straight… you literally force me to stay with you after threatening me with my dad, I do! And now I do a simple thing as bite my lip and it's a problem to you? What are you? Insane?" She shot at him as she dropped the pastry hard on the plate.
"Be quiet principessa. If you do not shut your mouth, I'll make you regret opening it!" He said calmly without looking up at her.
