"What, not caring what a pampered pretty-boy thinks of me?"
He slid his eyes sideways, raised a brow, and grinned toothily. His teeth were, perhaps, a mite too sharp - not enough to be noticeable, except on the edges of perception, but the effect was not particularly pleasant.
"Oh dear, how sad. I'd better watch out - or I might find that the traffic lights start mis-behaving, is that right?"