*hears the dismissal in your tone and takes it like a knife to the heart (like so many knives in his heart)*
*lifts his chin and glares at you cloudily* *quietly, but with an edge that would be a snap if it had any strength to it at all* What the hell is wrong with you. Sir. I'd've told you, anything you wanted t' know, anything to help you understand-- *clamps his mouth shut and stares at you, eyes saucer-round, suddenly stricken*