The smile grew under the scrutiny of the pinched look she was giving him, and his eyes kept straight on hers, bright and boring dead-center into her. His cigarette twitched in mid-air as he worried the butt of it with his tongue, and a moment passed before he finally looked away from her and stood up.
“Were they just too annoying? Maybe too needy?” He frowned around his cigarette, still not looking at her, and settled on just knocking the loose ash of his cigarette onto the ground for lack of tray. The hands scuttled over to do their business, one with broom and the other with dustpan and he watched them with a bored, self-satisfied smirk that belonged to all petulant bullies.
“Or did you just get tired of having to worry about being the one responsible for ‘em in there?” He was looking at her again, head tilting in that curiously canine way he had. It would almost be endearing if it wasn’t attached to a six foot slab of malicious muscle and the way his eyes probed her face didn’t make it seem like he was drilling a hole into her head and waiting for all the answers to come gushing out.