Nayan had a long slightly open-mouthed moment of pure shock where he stared at Katie with a touch of awe, totally agog. Then her words really set in and he burst out laughing again, a full and genuine reel of laughter this time that animated every inch of his body language. It took a second to get his breath back, lost as it was to his amusement and a guilty vindictive delight. He was not by nature violent, but it took a real talent for button-pushing to get Nayan riled and despite the supposed openness of his session with Weller he’d never felt anything but analysed and judged by the man, looked upon the way Nayan looked upon the desiccated remains of the long dead: trying to objectively discover its secrets.
Nayan was neither dead nor desiccated and he wielded a chair with surprising maliciousness apparently because Dr. Weller… well… “That man burst out screaming and waddled about the room squalling for his secretary to call the police.” He tried and failed not to take a deep swell of pleasure in saying that. “I am shocked you could possibly know a man like that. A colleague in the field and no more I would imagine.” He smiled. “I will give it to him, though: he was startlingly nimble for a man of his trollish stature.”