But she did know how to push all his buttons. One eye peeked open, a poker face of pure laze covering any real hint of interest he might have. There were lots of words -- tiny words -- on the screen. It didn't look so much different from very neat writing from notes being passed between people. Wil wasn't a big reader, but he could read just fine. So long as the words weren't too long and didn't take more than three minutes of his time.
"Hmph." He grunted, still feigning disinterest. One hand snaked forward and he plucked the device from Ari's hands. "This is it?" he poked at the little display and noted nothing happened. He hit the little cogged wheel on the side and the words started to fly past.
Perhaps it was the wine, but I believe there is a consideration to be made for a string of unending acts of craveness, stupidity, and poor character that has marked your life. Worse yet, your manhood is short as you are on virtues, sir.
"Did someone show his wife?" He asked, trying so hard to look casual. But really, both his eyes were open and, somehow, he'd lost three minutes of his life to that little screen and hadn't noticed. He had chosen the terminal. over sleeping. "Can you hand me my apple?" But not eating.