She probably couldn't see it, but his hand curled and tightened into a fist in his lap. His eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed for a fraction of a second, his jaw tightened and something flickered in his eyes - the kind of vehement irascibility his children and their children had inherited; except choleric Cronus had been worn down only by the passage of time and erosion of belief.
And then he blinked, and everything disappeared. His hand was lax in his lap, his face was blank, and the violent light in his eyes was all but gone, dull and calm again as everything else about and around him was.