The look the men shared was one of mutual dislike and death. Archer, however, didn't back down. Spine straight, body held with a dignity he had never had before, he merely smiled. "Perhaps that is true. But if you go through life afraid of pursuing enlightenment, then you were never worthy of the frontal lobe God saw fit to give you." His smile twitched into a deep smirk. "And that's wasteful."
Clutching his lion hair sample in his left hand, he turned his back on the man and slowly descended the stairs to the first floor. Though he wanted to dwell on this man's stupidity, he knew that he had science to do.